0 comments/ 5587 views/ 5 favorites Loren Ch. 01 By: jayjayk April 19,1948 The first thing Detective Mark "Mac" McParson saw was the faceless naked body lying flat on its back in the doorway to the penthouse apartment overlooking Central Park. Like always he ignored the blood and brain matter that was spread out like artwork across the marble floor only honing in on the body. "Whatcha got Simpson?" Mac asked as he carefully stepped over the body and walked into the marble entryway, in the background an ornate floor standing grandfather chimed ten pm. Simpson pulled out his pocket size notepad and started reading his chicken scratched stats. "Deceased is Loren Blunt, Senior Vice President of Advertising at Wallace, Kennedy and Blunt. Mr. Blunt is, I mean was, thirty-two years old and single. I guess it's kinda obvious that he sustained a single shotgun blast to the face. Needless to say it appears the killer used both barrels to sustain such a...definitive result. We believe Mr. Blunt must have known who was at the door, since he answered the door...well as you can see, in nothing." Simpson stepped over the body and joined Mac. Mac tried his hardest to avert his eyes from the body, but couldn't and he found himself staring at the perfectly formed, finely chiseled,body that lay before him. The word Adonis came to mind as he scanned his eyes over the lifeless being that lay before him. Mentally he made his notes: Victim took care of himself. His manicured fingers and mark free hands exemplified that he didn't do hard labor. His overly defined pecks and abs illustrated that he cared about his appearance and made sure he took care of himself. There wasn't an ounce of excess fat on this body. He also took immense care of his body. The body was hairless other than a quite attractive trail of hair that started just below his belly button and continued downwards to his also completely shaved pubic area. Mac suspected that at the time of death Mr. Blunt was sporting a nice hard-on as his cock, although it wasn't hard, was still extended. Death had come to Mr. Blunt within the last thirty to sixty minutes. "No gunshot residue on his hands leads me to believe he never took a defensive stance. Therefore...it goes without saying that he knew whoever was at the door and by of looks of things he was either in the midst of some type of sexual activity or had planned on having sex with whoever was on the other side of the door." Mac stated bluntly. It was a big 'duh' as far as everyone in the room was concerned. There were a couple of low snickers before Mac turned to everyone and put them in their places. "Enough. I'm stating the facts for the record. If any of you have a problem with that you can leave the room. An eerie silence fell over the room, even the coroner stopped what he was doing. "Anyone know if this guy had a steady girlfriend?" The hideous nature of the murder led Mac to believe that a man had committed the crime, women didn't normally tote around shotguns and blast face off of men they were angry with -- they were more into poison or possibly a small caliber hand gun. "Could have been he was doing someone's wife and a jealous husband but an end to the affair." Mac walked past the group of men that were staring down at the body into the living room. It was an immense room. Standing in it Mac couldn't help but think that his little pathetic shit-hole apartment he lived in over in Washington Heights wouldn't even take up a third of this room. In the center of the room was a gigantic dark mahogany fireplace that had a large mantel with two marble sculptures of Greek Gods sitting on opposite ends. In the middle, over the mantel was a huge portrait of probably the most stunning man Mac had ever laid his eyes on and he found he was mesmerized by it. He looked into the arctic blue eyes in the portrait that seemed to stare back at him and for the longest moment Mac couldn't tear his eyes away from it. "Mac...hey Mac..." A voice finally broke the spell. Mac turned to see Simpson standing waiting on him. "Eerie isn't it?" Simpson said looking at the picture. "I've never seen a portrait look so realistic, especially the eyes. They seem to follow you where ever you go in the room." "Yeah," Mac mumbled "is that the deceased?" "It appears so. There are more pictures of him over here." They walked over to the concert grand piano that by its sheer size should have stood out in the room but was in fact dwarfed by the largeness of room. On the piano were several pictures. In all the pictures was a smiling Loren Blunt with the upper crust elite of New York society: Mr. Waldo Liebacker, one of New York's most prolific newspaper columnists. Mr. Lancaster Dorey, an up-and-coming artist that had just returned from Hollywood after completing portraits of the likes of Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra and Clark Gable. "This guy sure ran in the right circles." Mac said. "Yeah...but I'm sensing a theme building." Simpson answered back looking over the pictures. "Yeah, I noticed that too. Mr. Blunt seems to enjoy keeping company with men more so than women --or at least he liked to take pictures with men." "It also appears that Mr. Blunt spent a lot of time with these two gentlemen as they appear in many of the shots with him." Simpson held up two head shots. One was of Waldo Liebacker and another an unknown handsome man, but someone Mac had seen repeatedly in the society pages of the newspaper. "I'll start with Liebacker. You work on getting me a name of the other one. Do we know if the victim had any family we should notify? Call Greta over at the Post. Tell her you'll give her the scoop if she'll answer your questions, just don't give her any details other than he is dead and it's a suspected murder. She'll know everything about Blunt and can get you all the names you need. I want a cop posted at the front door until I get back. No one and I mean no one comes in here unless I'm here. See if you can find me a key, I'll come back here later and start sorting through everything, after they've taken the body and cleaned the place up some. I want this place cleared out now. You stay until the coroner leaves and lock it down." "Yes Sir. I'll see you at the station later." "No...after you've notified whatever family you can find and get the name of that guy call it a night Simpson... that wife of yours has it out for me already...leave me a detailed report at the station, I'll call in later. The guy is still going to be dead in the morning and nothing is going to happen tonight." "Yes Sir." * Waldo Liebacker lived in an even larger Penthouse apartment four blocks from Loren Blunt. Mac had jotted the address in his little notepad after he got the address from the station. He noticed that Liebacker lived relatively close to the deceased and decided to walk to his apartment to see how long it took. At a comfortable pace Mac made it to the front door of the high rise building in exactly five minutes. A bored doorman, in full regalia, stepped from the shadows to open the door for Mac. "Is Mr. Liebacker at home?" Mac asked pulling his badge from his pocket and flashing it. "Yes Sir, been home all night." He said like he was reading the line from a script. Mac made the entry in his notepad next to Liebackers' name: ALIBI SET BY DOORMAN. "I'd prefer you not announce me." "I'm not standing in your way Detective." The doorman answered. Although he wasn't intimidated by Mac he knew better than to mess with the police. "Just press 'PH' when you enter the elevator. It will let you out at Mr. Liebacker's door." "Thanks." Mac muttered sarcastically walking past him into the elaborately decorated lobby. The rich sure knew how to live. * It was 10:35 pm when Mac rang the doorbell. Mac looked at his watch, timing how long it took for someone to answer. If it took under a minute than the doorman forewarned him, over a minute the element of surprise was still intact. Thirty-three seconds later the door and the fully dressed butler escorted Mac into the apartment. Mac didn't even have to flash his badge. "Mr. Liebacker will be with you shortly sir. May I offer you something to drink?" "No thanks." Mac said looking around the apartment. As he stepped into the living room he just shook his head again, this wasn't a living room it was a fucking museum. Between the artwork that adorned every wall to the glass and brass cases filled with pottery and sculptures and busts scattered around the room it made the too large room seem cluttered and small. Mac walked over to the wall of windows and starred out onto the New York City skyline. Lucky bastard had a view of the best city in the world. Turning back to the apartment he noted that Liebacker's apartment was similar to Blunt's and wondered if Blunt used the same decorator. It was apparent these two men were close. In the background Mac heard the single chime of another grandfather clock and let his eyes drift around the room until he saw it sitting in the corner. It was an exact match to the one in Loren Blunt's apartment. Another mental note made. "Detective?" A proper British voice brought Mac out of this thoughts and he turned to see Mr. Waldo Liebacker standing by the bar. He was dressed in navy blue silk pajama bottoms with a matching silk robe over his shirtless top. Mr. Liebacker wanted Mac to known that he had been in bed. "Mr. Liebacker, please excuse the late hour, but I...well there is not easy way to say this...but I've just come from Mr. Blunt's apartment and I'm sorry to inform you that he's dead." Liebacker went sheet white and almost collapsed in a heap had it not been for a chair at the bar he was able to grab onto. Mac rushed to his side and helped him to one of the chairs. From the bar he poured a generous amount of Brandy in a snifter and handed it to Liebacker. Mac caught the sweet smell of the fine Brandy and decided to help himself to a small one while Liebacker gathered himself back together again. "No...that's not possible...Loren went away for the weekend...he left for his weekend home in Connecticut early this afternoon." Liebacker cried sipping the Brandy trying to reason what was being told to him. "Well apparently he didn't go. When we arrived at this place he was lying dead in the entryway to his apartment." "H...How...?" "He was shot...once..." Mac kept the intimate details of the shooting to himself. "If I may ask...what was your relationship with Mr. Blunt?" Mac finally asked. Better to get it over with quickly while the man was still in shock, maybe he would talk more. "We were lovers...once...but it's been over for a few years now...now we are friends." Liebacker stared into Mac's eyes. He had recovered from the shock of hearing about Loren's death and knew he would need to answer all of the detective's questions. "I'm sorry, did I shock you?" Mr. Liebacker had pulled himself together and was once again fully composed making it difficult for Mac to read. "No sir. Although to be honest, most people aren't as forthcoming about things like that." "If Loren had been Laura and I had told you we had been lovers it wouldn't have shocked you. But because we are two men it's forbidden to talk about?" "No sir, most people wouldn't start out a conversation talking about their sexual relationship. They would say they were friends, relatives or business acquaintances and wait until they were asked if you were lovers or not." "I'm a man that knows the value of words. I've learned how to get right to the point detective." "Then I will get right to the point. Where were you this evening Mr. Liebacker?" "Why would you even ask me a question like that?" He spoke in a tone that let Mac know he was indignant that anyone would speak to him like that. "I was in love with Loren, I would never want to see any harm come to him." "I understand that sir, but the investigation is still in the early stages. The evidence at the scene has led us to believe that his was a crime of passion and I have to interview the people that knew him best, since chances are it was one of them that most likely took his life." "In that case you should march right over to Sam Sedwick's house and arrest Shelby Cantrell, he's the only one that could have done something like this." Mac was taking notes and not looking at Liebacker. It was one of his interviewing tactics -- be quiet, pretend to be taking notes on every word they say, it always works to make the person talk on and on and on. "But to put your mind at ease, I was right here in my apartment...with a sexy young man I picked up earlier in the day. Palo. He's still in my bed if you'd like to check my...how do you say it? Alibi. But I hope you speak Italian, because he doesn't speak a word of English." Liebacker waited for Mac to look up at him and then simply stared intently into Mac's eyes showing not one bit of emotion whatsoever. "Then how do you communicate with him?" "It doesn't take words to fuck someone detective." Mr. Liebacker's honesty was chilling to Mac. He knew the rich ran to a different beat, but still. This man was so sure of himself. He'd not dealt with a lot of British men before but had heard that they were extremely self-contained and emotionless. Liebacker definitely fit that bill. He had a way of telling the things the way they were and didn't care if people knew what his preferences in life were. Unlike Mac who admitted it to no one, especially the people closest in his life. "I've shocked you again detective?" Liebacker asked. His eyes scanned over Mac and felt like Liebacker could see right through him. "You really are a fine piece of man Detective, better than I was led to believe. I like my men tall with an air of mystery about them. I bet underneath that cheap suit and that gruff-cop exterior is a man in need ... I would be more than happy to have Palo vacate my bed and take care of your needs instead." Liebacker licked his tongue over his lower lip at the same time he let his robe partially fall open. Mac could see the outline of Liebacker's erection as it was hardening. "Thanks, but no thanks. You aren't my type." "Oh?" Liebacker said. Liebacker was touching himself through the fabric of his pajamas letting Mac see the more pronounced outline of his cock. "I'm usually every man's type." "Mr. Liebacker if you don't mind I would appreciate you answering my questions so I can get on with my investigation...and you can back to your...um...bed..." Liebacker made an exaggerated box with his fingers and said, "I am put in my place. Please ask me anything." Again he licked his tongue over his lips letting his eyes continually drift over Mac's body but mostly settling on his crotch. Detective McParson was just the type of man he liked in his bed, quiet on the outside but animalistic on the inside. "The way that Mr. Blunt was killed, it was very savage. It would help if I could get an idea of who Mr. Blunt was. The things he enjoyed, the people he knew. I was hoping you could help me build a picture of him." "I think I know Loren better than anyone on this earth. He is perfection personified. We met eight years ago when he had first started as a junior art director at Wallace and Kennedy. He approached my table at the Savoy where I was eating my lunch...." For the next hour Waldo told Detective McParson all about Loren, leaving out the juicy sexual tidbits, those were to remain forever in Waldo's mind as his alone. *************** Waldo's Story -- Part One I, Waldo Liebacker, didn't like interruptions while I ate my lunch. I think that is one of the reasons I always chose to eat lunch alone. It wasn't because I lacked friends. In fact I had more friends than I could ever wish for. My social calendar, like my bed, was always full. Only lately I found myself uninterested with both. The people I had chosen to be around were stuffy and quite boring and the men that came to my bed only satisfied my superficial sexual needs. More specifically the requirement every man had - to bury their cock in a deep dark hole and ejaculate. These men didn't fill the deeper wants within me. I had finally come to conclusion that you could only fuck so many men before they seemed to all be the same. They moaned as if on cue, they came when I told them to and they lacked imagination to make the sexual experience memorable. At forty-five years old I was bored with life, a more than sad commentary that was becoming my existence. I was sitting at my usual table at the Savoy, eating my usual lunch of roast beef, mashed potatoes and carrots and drinking my usual glass of wine when my eyes gazed across the room and saw him. He was sitting at a table with three other men. They were having an animated conversation that would draw their attention to my table and then back to them again and something led me to believe whatever it was it centered on me. His face kept turning bright red as he continually said no but finally, after a few more tries from his table-mates he stood and started walking across the room towards me. I looked down at my food and back at this extraordinary hunk of perfection that was walking towards me desperately trying in vain to decide how to act when he finally stood in front of me. I couldn't remember being this excited in a long long time. "Excuse me Sir...I'm sorry to interrupt your lunch..." He said in a timid voice that I could barely hear. He was as sure a bottom as I was top, appreciatively I was able to check that box off. I looked up from my food and let my eyes look intently into his for a heartbeat before I returned my attentions to my food. "My name is Loren Blunt...I work at Wallace and Kennedy..." "Boy..." I said stopping him from speaking. I decided that intimidation was in order. Let him know who was in control and who made the ultimate decisions. "I do not enjoy having my lunch interrupted. If you have something you want to ask me you may call my secretary and make an appointment." "I have Sir...and you haven't returned my calls. If I may please speak with you for just a moment, I promise I won't take up too much of your time..." "I'm sure whatever you have to say to me isn't nearly as important as this lunch I am eating. Now if you will please leave my table as this conversation is now over." I knew I was rude enough to warrant an acceptable apology that I would graciously make later that afternoon. In the short span of less than forty-five seconds I had calculated every move I would take to make this beautiful man mine. Dejected he turned to leave but before he took a step he turned back to me again, hoping that I would change my mind. I didn't bother looking at him as he walked away. I waited until four that afternoon before I walked in Wallace and Kennedy. I announced myself to the inept bitch at the front desk who attempted to bar me from entering the offices. But in my usual Waldo Liebacker -- you don't tell me what to do - style I just walked past the reception area to the back in search of Loren's office. "I am embarrassed by my bad manners I displayed at lunch today and have come to beg your forgiveness." I said entering his office. His lovely mouth gaped open in shock allowing me the briefest moment to visualize it wrapped around my cock. I could see the embarrassment on his face from the attention he was garnering from the other people around him about the very fact that Waldo Liebacker was in his office as they crowded around the doorway to listen to our conversation. "There is no excuse for bad manners and I cannot forgive someone that displays them, it would allow them to continue in their dreadful ways." He said gathering himself back up again letting me know in his big-boy way that he wasn't going to be intimidated by me. My insides were leaping for joy - this is a man that wasn't afraid to stand up to me. Loren Ch. 01 "Touché Mr. Blunt" I said tipping my hat to him before taking it off. "Now, you wanted to speak to me about something. Just as you wished, I am here and listening." Loren gave me one of his million dollar smiles and sat down across from me as he explained over the next few minutes that he was pitching a new account and knew that if I endorsed the product, a quality high end ballpoint pen, he would be assured of winning the account. I wasn't one to endorse any product, especially something as crass as a ballpoint pen -- I only used fountain pens, but if it was going to get this lovely man in my bed quicker I would have signed on to sell ice to Eskimos. He showed me a mock-up of the ad he wanted to present. It was a mock-up of me sitting at a desk with the pen in my hand and asked if I would sign the ad. Happily I signed where he asked and then sat back and stared at him. "Now that we've got business out of the way I would like to make up for my actions this afternoon by taking you to dinner." I said not asking but insisting. "I would enjoy that Mr. Liebacker, I am a big fan of yours and would appreciate getting to know you better." I jotted my address on a piece of paper and told him to be there at seven that evening. I decided we would eat in, on the terrace of my apartment that overlooked the city. My ultimate plans were for him to not leave my place that night, and since it was Friday hopefully all weekend. * Loren rang my doorbell at precisely seven that evening. He had dressed for dinner in an appropriate dinner suit and tie which only served to impress me more. Loren appeared appreciative that I was serving dinner on the terrace of my penthouse instead of going out for a night on the town. "Sometimes New York can be quite overwhelming. I work a full day at the office than have to entertain clients late into the night. I enjoy nights like this more than you can imagine." He said while we ate a leisurely dinner. "Good, I'm glad. I will however press you to talk about yourself. I'd like to know what ultimately brought you to New York." Without too much coaxing Loren told me he was born in Baltimore. His father was a prominent doctor and I gather from his social upbringing he was given the best of everything. I didn't even hold it against him when he told me he had chosen to attend the University of Virginia over an Ivy League school because he wanted to be different than everyone else in his social group. He admitted, under duress, that he graduated with honors and was class valedictorian with a degree in Business. When he finished school he decided to move to New York. His maternal uncle, Sam Sedwick -- someone I knew quite well - a wealthy childless widower and one of the biggest socialites in New York offered him a place to live and access to his society friends to find a job. That had landed him his position with Wallace and Kennedy six months earlier. Other than work related events he had avoided getting involved in his uncle's social scene since landing in New York, dedicating his attentions to his job and earning enough money to get an apartment of his own. I was surprised that with my connection to Sam that I hadn't heard about Loren before today. (What Waldo Liebacker didn't tell Detective McParson about their first dinner together.) Never once during any of our conversations did he mention a girlfriend, or boyfriend, in fact he pretty much avoided speaking about anything sexually related whatsoever. He did, however, never take his eyes off of me and the few times I let my hand fall to lap and touch the outline of my erection he allowed his gaze to remain for a few unsolicited moments and I swear he licked his tongue greedily over his lips a couple of times. "I'm am a very forward man Loren and speak what is on my mind." I said over coffee and dessert. Why waste time when coming to the heart of the matter could cut through all the bullshit? "I could see that about you Sir." He said smiling an almost shy smile. "I enjoy the company of men." Loren didn't even bat an eye. "In fact, I prefer to be with men in the way a man normally enjoys the company of woman." Again I waited for a reaction and he just continued to stare at me. "And right now I would very much like to enjoy your company in my bedroom." I said without hesitating. Like me Loren didn't hesitate for a moment, although his face turned slightly red, before he stood, and waited for me to show him the way. Loren naked was every man's dream come true. Not only did he have quite a desirable body, but between his legs he sported a perfect cock, big enough to go deep -- not that I ever got fucked and thick enough to look dashingly sexy sitting between his legs but not too thick if I decided I ever wanted to suck a man's cock I wouldn't choke on it. "I've been hard all evening waiting for this moment." He admitted. Whatever shyness he might have had was gone. Loren wanted me which only fed my ego more. It had been a long time since a man openly and explicitly wanted me. "Have you been with a man before?" I asked stepping towards him. I was inches away but I could feel the heat from his body radiating towards me. "I have been with no one. At this very moment I am so ecstatic that I waited because now I know you are the one that was meant to be my first." He whispered his words to me moving closer to me. I could see that he wanted to touch me but didn't know if it was appropriate or not. "Then I will make it my job to make your first time most memorable." I said cupping his face in my hands. I made the decision right then and there that I was going to be romantic Waldo Liebacker tonight and sweep this beautiful man off his feet. The rest, the things I would eventually do to him could wait. I wanted him to fall in love with me the way I was falling madly and hopelessly in love with him. I drew him to me and touched my lips to his allowing my tongue to lick over his soft and supple lips. He moaned softly giving me the opening I wanted as I deftly pushed my tongue into this mouth. I could tell he had never kissed anyone like this before and was for the briefest moment at a loss as to what to do. But as my tongue sought his out human nature took over and he allowed himself to be absorbed in the kiss. He pressed his body against mine, winding his longs arms around me and held me to him. When I tried to break the kiss off he let out a little groan, pulled me tighter to him and kept his mouth on mine letting me know he wanted more. "Not to worry Loren, I will always give you more." I whispered into his ear after I had pulled away from his mouth. I kissed my way down his neck letting my tongue glide over his large Adam's apple sucking it gently into my mouth. Loren moaned softly raising his neck up to give me full access to him. Finally, I couldn't help myself and let my hands drift over his cock. He pushed his wanting cock into my hands letting me know that it was all mine to do with what I wanted. My thumb gilded over his slick head catching the first of his pre-cum as it oozed from his slit. I brought my thumb to my mouth and licked his sweetness unto my tongue. Loren, tentative at first, let hands his wander over my body, touching my chest, down to my nipples. I reciprocated with an appreciative moan letting him know I enjoyed my nipples being touched. He took them both gently between his fingers tips rolling them as they hardened to his touch. "Suck them" I half asked, half commanded. He was more than happy to oblige. He was a natural even with his inexperienced mouth. He started with the flat of his tongue against my entire nipple, licking from one nipple to the next, and then as he gained his confidence he gently sucked them into his mouth kneading them gently between his teeth. "I want you on the bed." I moaned not wanting to stop him but wanting to lie down next to him. He moved quickly to the already turned down bed sitting on the edge. I walked up to him, my cock at eye level to him. Did he hesitate? Not for a second. He opened his mouth and licked over the head, kissing his lips around me. Running my fingers through his silky soft hair I pulled him gently towards me pushing more of my ample length into his mouth. His hands explored my balls, gently rolling them between his fingers. It had been awhile since I had enjoyed someone sucking me like this however the thought of claiming his beautiful ass superseded what he was doing to me and I eventually pulled him off my cock. "I promise I will cum in your mouth soon, but right now I want to fuck you." I said pushing him back on the bed and crawling on him. It was that initial wonderful moment, two naked bodies pressed together for the first time. We were both determined to have each other but still had intimate fears. Of course my fears were centered on would I measure up to what he imagined me to be and I suspected he worried would he be everything I wanted him to be. "I want you." He said kissing my lips and neck. I pressed my weight against him rubbing my cock against his. His hips gyrated against mine telling me that he was ready. "You aren't scared?" I asked almost shocked. I had had my share of virgins over the years and they were all the same -- shy almost to the point of being reluctant. They all seemed to shake uncontrollably, until of course they felt my erection penetrate them and for the first time knew what it meant to have a man love them. Never had a virgin come so willingly to me. "I've wanted you since I saw you at one of my uncle's party six months ago. I just bided my time waiting for the right moment." He spoke between kisses, his hands exploring my body. "I don't remember seeing you before today." I admitted almost sadly. Had I wasted the last sixth months of my life? "I was in the shadows. Just looking at all the men I had to choose from. My uncle pointed out everyone to me. He tried to dissuade me from picking you, saying that you would use me and when you tired of me would turn your back on me. I'm glad I didn't listen to him. I saw something different in you. I was willing to take my chances." Loren spread his arms out across the bed and looked at me with a determined look on his face. "I want you to possess me, use me as you want to. I want to be yours." He said with total conviction. He opened himself up to me, spreading his legs and showing me his virgin hole. Kissing my way down his body I took his in masculine scent. This is nothing better on his earth than having your face buried between a man's legs smelling that musky earthy scent men have. I bypassed his cock and went right to his balls sucking them into my mouth. Mentally I made a note that tomorrow I would shave his balls and ass. I liked my men hairless below the waist. Spreading his legs I licked down to his now twitching hole. Loren ass came off the bed at the same moment he started moaning. I let the tip of my tongue dance over his hole, fuck he tasted so sweet. I could have stayed like this all night, licking and sucking at him but Loren's moans and his begging me to take him drove me to give him what he wanted. "Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked moving back up his body. His answer was irrelevant. I was going to take him no matter what he said. His answer came as a whispered invocation -- 'please take me as yours.' Slowly I pushed my cock to him. There was that one second of resistance before I felt him open up to me. My cock intuitively slipped in him like it somehow knew it belonged there, like it always belonged there. His ass was gloriously tight against my thickness and Loren loved every second of it. His moans filled the room as I stroked, slowly at first then faster as he grew accustomed to me, in and out of him. His hips rose up to meet mine and he never tore his gaze away from mine. The need to cum rose up too soon and Loren could feel me swelling in him. He pleaded with me to cum in him, to give me everything I had and within seconds I did and he felt for the first time a pulsating cock shooting over and over again deep within him. I fell in love with Loren that very moment and knew that no one would ever come close to giving me the total satisfaction I felt as I collapsed against him. It was the first time I had wished I could stay hard and remain inside of him. Lucky for both of us I wasn't a once a day man and given a decent rest I would be able to rise to another occasion. I wanted to fuck this man over and over again. Loren showed no shyness lying on the bed. I had moved off of him and was leaning my back against the footboard facing him. His legs were splayed wide open and he was touching himself, not with the intent to cum more just to tease me. I could see my cum slowly oozing from his ass. "You really are quite beautiful." I said watching him. He didn't know what to say so remained silent just stroking his cock slowly. "I want to take you places you never imagined existed before. Some places might be dark, some wonderfully fun...I just want you to experience everything..." "I would like that." He said licking his tongue over his lips. The man was trying to seduce me. I couldn't remember a time when a man ever did that. I was always the seducer. "I will go anywhere you want to take me but more than anything, right now, I want to feel your cock in my ass again." "I'll make you a deal. We will take a shower, after the shower if you can make me hard again I will fuck you." I was hard again before we even made it out of the shower. I had him get on the bed on his hands and knees. I wanted to take him from behind. I liked watching my cock slide in and out of a willing ass. "Reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me." I told him. He rested his weight on his shoulders and did as I instructed giving me a prime view of his ass. I moved closer to him and let my finger glide over his waiting hole. Pressing against it I watched him open and it disappear inside him. "You do like your ass filled don't you?" I asked, it was a rhetorical question but Loren answered by wiggling his ass against my finger letting me know he did. I pulled my finger out and pushed two into him. He was moaning immediately. "My boy likes his ass full. Shall I fuck you now?" "Oh please." He begged. "I might be a little rough with you...you have to let me know if you don't like it...okay." "I will...oh please fuck me...now." He was willing to do anything to feel my cock in his ass again. I pulled my fingers from him and looked at his gaping hole. It was so perfectly formed and was inviting me in. I took that one step closer to him and in one stroke shoved my thickness all the way into him. Loren yelled out a loud hissing 'Yes' and begged me to do it again. I was only happy enough to oblige. I was pounding into him at a steady pace and he was happily taking everything I gave him. His ass was so receptive, every time I went deeper into him he seemed to hug my cock tighter to him but it was when I brought my hand down across his right ass cheek that he let a deep, from the gut, groan and shoved his ass against me pleading for me to do it again. By the time I shot my load his ass cheeks were bright red and Loren was panting having shot his own load the moment I found my release within him. "Stay with me tonight," I asked spooning myself into him. "Forever..." he mumbled as he drifted off into a contented sleep. ************* "I took Loren under my wing and over the years I introduced him to all the right people and helped him excel in his career. Two years ago, Kennedy retired and Loren had enough money to buy a partnership stake in the company. His success came mainly because of the business I threw his way." Liebacker said. "Are you still lovers?" Mac asked. "No. Sadly Loren needed to spread his wings and experience more in life that just me. I can't complain we had close to five wonderful years together and every now and then, he still comes to my bed." Liebacker gave Mac an 'I take what I can get' shrug and sighed deeply. At fifty-two years old Mac could see that Liebacker was a lonely unfulfilled man and wondered if that what was in store for him when he was to arrive at that age. He hoped not. As much as he wanted to find love, the way that Liebacker had, he feared losing that love, like Liebacker had. Like he was reading his mind Liebacker asked, "Have you ever been in love detective?" Mac looked at him and shook his head that he hadn't. "It's worth the risk, trust me. I will always have the moments we shared. No one can ever take that away from me." "May I ask how it ended?" Mac wondered if he wanted to know because of the case or for a deeper reason, a more personal yearning to know. "How do most things end? Loren and I got complacent with each other. In our circle of friends we were accepted as a couple, but of course in public we weren't. Because of the lies we had to tell on the outside to maintain our careers we didn't live together. Unfortunately as openly homosexual as I appear to you to most people I'm closed and have become a man set in my ways. I deemed that Loren and I spend every Tuesday and Thursday night together and of course the weekends. It was fine and worked for us for the years we were together. But eventually he started missing a Tuesday here, a Thursday there. Then came a weekend without him and I knew there was trouble brewing." "What did you do?" "What any person would do...I hired a private detective..." *********** Waldo's Story -- Part Two It was late summer when the private detective gave me his findings. Loren had a lover -- Mr. Lancaster Dorey. I admit I was somewhat surprised in his choice of men but over the years I have come to accept to each their own. My first instincts were to ruin Lancaster, which by my written word I could have done very easily but the more I thought about that more I knew I had to know why Loren had chosen him. It was so easy to follow him. Loren's ego was such that he believed that I trusted him explicitly. It was a Tuesday evening. Loren had told me that he couldn't make our dinner because he was meeting with Lancaster to discuss commissioning him to do a portrait for his new apartment. I volunteered to join them but he told me coolly that he preferred to do this on his own. Lancaster Dorey was one of those bohemian artist types that believed in free-love and didn't care who he loved as long as he was 'getting it on'. I arrived at Lancaster's studio an hour before Loren got off from work. The door to the studio was conveniently unlocked when I entered and from the back of the studio/ apartment I could hear that Lancaster was in the shower. I had been there before, having been there to discuss some artwork I was planning on purchasing and knew the layout pretty well. The studio was one large room with a kitchenette in one corner and a bed in the other. Luckily for me there was a supply closest with slated doors that I was able to hide myself away while I waited. It was almost too good to be true. Did I care if I got caught? Not one bit. In fact I think a part of me wanted to get caught so I wouldn't have to confront Loren about his indiscretion. I just couldn't figure out how Loren could have desire a hustler like Lancaster Dorey -- especially when given that fact that Lancaster was a bottom, who didn't care who fucked him, just as long as he was being fucked -- I knew first hand having had him on more one that occasion at our social gatherings. I heard the water turn off in the shower and two minutes later he walked naked across the room. With no clothes I was reminded and could understand the attraction that Loren might have had for Lancaster. Naked he was quite an appealing hunk of meat. He was always a little hairier then I preferred, but I knew that Loren liked men with thick tufts of chest hair. His large nipples were hard, like his thick cock which was sticking straight out. Loren Ch. 01 I didn't have to wait too long for Loren's arrival. Lancaster's instantly fell into Loren's arms kissing him deeply. Silence reigned over the room as they momentarily lost themselves in the kiss. "I've missed you." Lancaster's panted after they broke apart from each other. Loren shed his clothing quickly and walked over to the bed sitting on the edge. "Come here, I need you." Loren said not returning Lancaster's emotional sentiment. "I want you to suck my cock." Dropping to his knees Lancaster hungrily attack Loren's cock deep throating him like his cock was the size of a pencil and not the pound of horsemeat he was. Watching them for some reason fascinated me and I found my cock was hard and I was unconsciously touching myself. "Enough" Loren said a few minutes later. "I don't want to shoot my first load in your mouth. I want your ass." My mouth dropped opened. Loren was topping, something I didn't expect. Lancaster got on his hands and knees on the bed. Loren stood and spread his ass cheeks. "I spent most of my day thinking about this tight little hole and how I was going to fill it." He stepped closer to Lancaster and pressed his cock into him moaning as he sank deeper into him. "Oh you never disappoint me Lancaster, you ass is so hot and ready." Loren slapped his hand across Lancaster's ass who in turn let out a satisfying groan, which was a good thing since a tiny moan erupted by deep within me as I watched Loren spank and fuck his newly acquired boy-toy. "Oh fuck I'm going to cum" Loren yelled a few minutes later shoving himself deeper into Lancaster's ass and holding himself stock still as his cock erupted inside of him. As soon as he came he pulled out of Lancaster's ass and spread his cheeks again to watch his cum drip slowly out of his ass. "I love watching my cum seep out of your ass...it makes me want to cum in there again and again." "My ass is yours whenever you want it." Lancaster said moving away from Loren. "When are you going to leave Waldo once and for all? I hate that we have to sneak around." "It's not that easy. Waldo and have a history together. Plus I need to be topped sometimes and you, my little slut muffin, just won't top me." Loren was on his back on the bed with his legs spread wide. His cock was going to be hard again soon and he had every intention of taking Lancaster again. "I know," Lancaster said dejected, "I wish I could top for you, but I'm a born bottom." "I could show you how nice it would be to fuck a man." Loren said rolling over onto Lancaster. "I could just sit on your cock and ride you. I know you'd enjoy it." "Would that make you happy?" Lancaster wanted to please Loren even it meant doing something he didn't enjoy. "It would make me very happy. So happy I could probably give you an extra treat later on." Loren said knowing what Lancaster really wanted. "You'd do that for me?" "Only for you my little piss lover...if you let me ride that thick rod of yours." "I've never cum in a man's ass before...what if I can't" "All I want to do is feel that thick rod in my ass...you just lie right there and I'll do all the work." Loren reached behind him and took Lancaster's cock in his hand guiding it to his ass. "I've dreamed of this moment for so long." He whispered impaling himself on Lancaster. "Oh fuck you feel so good." I watched Loren fuck himself using Lancaster's cock as his own private dildo and talking dirty to him the whole time. My hard-on was gone and I was filled with sadness because I knew I had lost my Loren. I knew that Lancaster wasn't the man Loren wanted - he was simply a stepping stone for Loren to find whatever he ultimately wanted. Lancaster did fill Loren's ass with his juices at the same time Loren shot another thick load across Lancaster's chest and in his mouth. I watched the juices dripping from Loren's ass and was filled with so much jealousy I wanted to jump from the closest and strangle them both...but I didn't. I waited until they moved their private little orgy into the bathroom to slip from the closet and the apartment. ************** "We were very civil with each other when two nights later I let him know that his affair with Lancaster was no longer a secret. I had played out every scenario when it came to our going our separate ways, but in the end we both opted to remain friends. Loren only stayed with Lancaster for a short period of time, long enough for him to paint that magnificent portrait in his apartment. After Lancaster there was a Russian ballet dancer for a year. Serge was a nice guy and they made a striking couple but I could tell this wasn't Loren's happily-ever-after either. I think it came as a relief to him when Serge accepted the lead dancer role with The Royal Ballet in London." Liebacker stopped talking and a melancholy expression crossed his face. "Sir?" "I just can't believe he's gone. We had lunch just two days ago and although he was upset about his current situation he was...well he was my Loren...and now he's gone..." "Shall we stop for the evening? We can meet in the morning and continue our conversation." It was after eleven and Mac wanted to get back to the apartment and go through it before people descended it in the morning. "No...you might as well know everything." Liebacker said sipping his second glass of Brandy. "A year ago May, Loren and his uncle, Sam, decided to take a weekend away to the Kentucky Derby. It had become somewhat of a tradition for them to attend the races and because of their society standings they were always invited to the best parties. They were gone for a week and when they returned Loren was the happiest I had ever seen him. It only took me a minute to find why -- he had met someone in Kentucky and had supposedly fallen madly in love with him. His name was Shelby Cantrell. "Shelby Cantrell was the third generation offspring of the affluent Cantrell's of South Carolina. The only problem was that by the time his generation arrived the money was gone and the Cantrell's had turned into moochers, leeching onto anyone that had money and was willing to pay their way. It was taken for granted that whenever a Cantrell boy came of age he was to marry and could only marry a rich southern belle. Shelby became the exception to the rule since he made his way through life enticing any rich older man that would have him. At thirty years old he had successfully been involved as a courtesan to many of the wealthiest men in the south. He knew how to make a man feel good and in return he was always paid handsomely for his services. He wore the finest clothes, spoke with the best and most genteel southern accent and treated his suitors like they were kings." Liebacker stopped long enough to pour himself another glass of brandy. "But time was ticking on Shelby's career as a gigolo and by the time the Derby came around he was between men and knew that he needed to find a more permanent station with a man that was purely homosexual looking for a mate. Even before Sam and Loren arrived in Kentucky Shelby had done his homework and had preset his sights on Sam. Sam had lived the first fifty years of his life in a heterosexual relationship but always had secret homosexual liaisons on the side. He and his wife were a childless couple and the only family Sam had left was his sister, Loren's mother and of course Loren. After his wife passed away Sam made the decision to live the life he always felt destined to lead. I think you know at some point in all of our lives we have all had to make that decision...am I correct detective?" Mac looked up from his notebook he had been writing in but remained tight lipped silent. "You don't have to be shy around me detective, your secret is safe with me." Mac just gave him one of his looks -- like change the subject now or you will be sorry. Liebacker just shrugged and continued talking. "The most important thing that drew Shelby to Sam was that he was an older man and rich. Shelby presented himself to Sam within the first five minutes after they walked into the first party of the weekend. Of course Sam enjoyed the attention that Shelby paid him but quite frankly he wasn't Sam's type. Even though Shelby was very handsome, dripping with sex appeal and a true southern gentleman, Sam preferred his men to be slight in frame, in the age range of eighteen to twenty-one and preferably Asian -- you see detective Sam loved to feel like Gulliver in the land of Lilliputians." Liebacker stopped a beat to let his words sink in but when Mac didn't react he went on. "It was Loren however that was immediately drawn to Shelby and Sam gladly handed him off to him. Loren was a great second choice for Shelby. He had some money, he was sexy and good looking and he realized that ultimately Loren stood to inherit everything from his uncle when he passed. The moment Loren got Shelby in his bed they became joined at the hip for the rest of the weekend and when it came time for them to return to New York Loren begged Shelby to come with him. He didn't want to go a day without him." "From the tone of your voice I gather you don't care for Mr. Cantrell." "Shelby Cantrell is a scoundrel of epic proportion. He's used his good looks and genteel southern nature to worm his way into Loren's life. Loren knew how Shelby made his way before they met but told him that if they were going to make a go of things he would have change. Shelby readily agreed to do anything that Loren wanted. After all Loren was his ticket out of the south and through him he would be able to meet more men. The first change Loren made was that for the first time in Shelby's life he was forced to work when Loren got him a job at WKB in advertising sales. Loren has never been embarrassed by his homosexuality but he didn't flaunt it either. Their relationship was the topic of all the gossip where they worked and everyone knew the only reason Shelby was there was because of Loren." Liebacker stopped midstream. Mac looked at him raising an eyebrow. "Detective, I am a reporter and as cliché as this sounds I hate gossiping, especially coming on the heels that someone has murdered my precious Loren..." "But you know something that you feel I should know?" Mac said finishing his sentence for him. Liebacker nodded his head. "Recently I heard that Shelby was cheating on Loren with one of the male models that is employed at WKB. His name is Dan Redvern -- a pretty boy. Loren brought him to couple of our private parties -- you know men only gathering and if I'm correct even fucked him on several occasions." "Before or after he met Mr. Redvern?" "Before. As far as I know since he met Cantrell he hadn't gone behind his back. That's not to say the two of them didn't enjoy indulging in a pretty boy or two at some of our gatherings, but he didn't blatantly go behind his back and cheat on him." Mac decided it was better to skip the continued reference of the 'gatherings' and move on. "Did he know about Mr. Cantrell and Mr. Redvern?" "Of course he did - because I let him know. Shelby didn't deserve someone as good as Loren and I needed to show Loren the type of man he had fallen for." "What did Loren say when you told him?" "He was upset. Very upset as a matter of fact -- and mainly with me. He felt I was sticking my nose into something that was none of my business. The worst part was that as angry as he was with me I think he suspected something was up. Shelby had been living at Sam's house since he moved to New York. It was a more 'acceptable' thing for Shelby to live someplace where he had his own bedroom than with Loren who only had the one bedroom apartment. Loren was tired of the living arrangements and had considered asking Shelby to move in with him but after hearing about Shelby and Redvern he wasn't sure anymore. That's why he told me he was going away this weekend. He needed to think about what he was going to do about Shelby." Liebacker had finished everything he wanted to say. Mac flipped the cover over his notebook and looked around the room. "Nice space, a lot like Mr. Blunt's." "Yes. He was always so comfortable here so when he got his place I set him up with my decorator. I also gave him some of my art pieces. I'll want them back after this whole mess if over with." "Make a list of what is yours and I'll make sure to give it to whoever settles his estate." "I would think that would be Sam. Oh poor Sam, he'll be completely devastated. Has anyone told him yet?" "Yes, my partner was going over there." "I'll go pay my respects in the morning." Liebacker said. He knew their conversation was over and stood to show the detective out. "You really are quite the man Detective, everything your captain said you were...I hope I'll get to spend more time with you in the future...." Mac didn't like the insinuations Liebacker had referred to all evenings but once again decided the best thing he could do would be not say anything at all. "Please feel free to call on me if you need anything." Liebacker added seeming to add 'anything at all' to the end of his sentence without actually saying it. "I will do that sir...and again, I'm sorry for coming to your place so late." "You could stay if you want to. I would be more than happy to make it worth your while." Mac just chuckled and walked out of the apartment. He wasn't accustomed to men coming on to him so deliberately and although he was flattered by the come on it made him slightly queasy thinking about someone like Waldo Liebacker touching him. Loren Ch. 02 * Mac left Liebacker's apartment and went back to Blunt's place. The coroner was gone and other then a tape outline of the body the place looked calm with no tale tail signs of the gruesome murder that had taken place hours earlier. After being in Liebacker's place for the two hours he was there, Blunt's place didn't feel so big or as ornate as it did before. Unlike Liebacker's place Loren had a small cabinet that acted as his bar. Walking over to the bar Mac grabbed the bottle of scotch that was sitting out, broke the seal and pour a three finger slug into one of lead crystal glasses. It wasn't until the scotched burned down his throat that he realized it was the worst tasting scotch his inexperienced pallet had ever had. He picked up the bottle and looked at it noting that it was a cheap inferior brand that someone like Loren Blunt would never have purchased. Bending down he opened the liquor cabinet and perused the bottles, all of them were top shelf of the highest quality. Mac took out his notebook and made an entry about the scotch. Grabbing one of the better bottles of scotch and the glass Mac walked into the living room taking a seat in a chair that afforded him a direct view of Loren's portrait. He poured another three fingers and raised the glass. "To you." He toasted slugging the shot back which went down a lot smoother than the last one. "So tell me something Mr. Blunt, why would anyone want to kill someone as fine-looking as you? What could you have done to piss someone off so badly they would kill you in such a horrendous manner?" Loren's ice blue eyes just stared down at him. Pouring himself another shot he toasted the portrait again and shot it back. The scotch was doing the job, letting his inhibitions down enough to admit that he wouldn't mind being with someone like Loren Blunt. Sighing he stood and walked into the bedroom. It was another large room with masculine touches all around. The oversize dark mahogany four poster king size bed dominated the room. The bed had been turned down and even had the appearance that someone had slept in it. The pillows were no longer fluffed and weren't lined up with each other. There were definite signs of sexual activity on the dark sheets that were wrinkled leading Mac to believe that Mr. Blunt had most likely had sex prior to his murder – but with whom? Mac walked over to the nightstand closest to the door and opened the top drawer. Inside he found a half used tube of K-Y lubricant and two small lengths of rope. Apparently Mr. Blunt either liked to be tied or liked to tie his men to the bed posts. He closed the drawer and walked over to the combination dressing room and closest. Stepping into the room he flipped on the light. Mac shook his head at the decadence that someone could have so many clothes. The room itself was larger than Mac bedroom and had clothes hanging on expensive hangers on every wall of the closest. The clothes were divided, he figured, into work clothes, casual wear and night time/dress suits and tuxedos. A double breasted black tuxedo hung on a hook facing him. Either Mr. Blunt had attended a formal affair recently or had one in the future. Mac loved the cut of the modern tuxedo and allowed himself a stolen moment to imagine what it would be like to be decked out in something as fine as the one he was starring at. 'In your dreams' he sighed and moved on. There was one whole section that was just filled with shoes, over a hundred pairs in every shape and style and every pair was pristinely shined and well taken care of. Down the center of the room were three low standing three drawer dressers. One held just underwear and the finest linen handkerchiefs he had ever seen each monogrammed with LBC, the next just socks and T-shirts. In the third one the top drawer was a divided jewelry drawer that held two dozen watches all of different styles, various rings and dozens of pairs of cuff links and tie tacks. The bottom two drawers were empty. Room for growth? Or maybe for someone to move in. Mac walked over to the row of suits that were hanging across the far wall of the room. They didn't have the conventional off the rack labels sewn into them letting him know that Loren had his clothes tailor made. Each suit was subtly different, in fabric, color or cut. Thumbing his way down the line of suits his fingers froze on the last suit hanging in the line stopping Mac dead in his tracks. It was an off the rack suit and quite cheaply made. The type of suit that definitely did not belong in Loren Blunt's closest. Could it have been Shelby Cantrell's suit? Mac ruled that out knowing full well, after the things that Liebacker had told him about Shelby that he too had his suits tailor made – even if men like Loren Blunt had to pay for them. Now he had two mysteries to solve. Why the inferior brand of scotch and now a cheap suit in Loren Blunt apartment? Was it the man he was entertaining? If so how did he leave without his clothes? Mac continued his journey through Loren's apartment heading into the master bathroom. The room had every amenity Mac's didn't – from a sunken bathtub built for two (or three) to a walk in shower that could hold more than two people as well. It appeared that Loren Blunt didn't care to do anything alone. On the oversize counter there were upscale products for shaving, cleaning your face and brushing your teeth. Like everything in the apartment it was all high end. But Mac didn't expect anything less. Turning Mac rested his backside against the bathroom sink and looked through the closest into the Master bedroom. Something appeared off. The width of the Master bedroom and bathroom didn't match the width of the closest and since the bedroom didn't back up to another apartment there was either some dead space...or...another room. Mac went back to the closest and walked the wall that would have originally been on the street view. He ran his hand along the wall until he came across a small hook tucked into the corner. He flipped the hook and a door size panel of the wall opened towards him. Mac walked around to the doorway and looked into the dark room. He took a step forward and felt along the wall until his fingers found the light switch and he flicked it on. In stunned silence Mac moved into the hidden room and after taking a deep breath looked around. Mac was standing in a room the size of the closet that was a completely decked out dungeon. Loren Blunt had a kinky side to him...and that only made Mac smile. They were two birds of a feather! As intrusive as he felt Mac couldn't help himself he had to look and touch everything in the room. He especially liked the X-style cross on the wall that had leather cuffs attached to each end and wondered if Loren cuffed his prey or was cuffed in. It didn't matter to Mac. He loved being tied up and tying his partner up – although it had been a long time and what seemed like a lifetime ago since he had been in a dungeon... ************ Mac's Story – Part I I was the first of four boys born to the second generation of an Irish Catholic family that had long ago settled in the Bronx. Every male since my grandfather had been beat cops protecting their beloved streets of New York. The McParson clan of cops was as famous in the Bronx as the Rockefellers were in Manhattan – only without the riches. I did have every intention of being a cop...I just didn't want the same life my grandfather and father had. I had aspirations of being a homicide detective, which thankfully my family wholeheartedly supported. As my grandfather put it I was adding a new element to our family history. Following our family tradition I joined the army as soon as I graduated high school, did my four years and a week after I was out entered the police academy. The only custom I hadn't fulfilled was having a woman by my side with children at her breasts. The problem was I had done the dating women thing all through high school and the army but was never able to sustain a relationship more than a few weeks and could never imagine myself spending a 'lifetime' with any of them. Much to the dismay of my family I didn't think marriage was on the horizon for me at any point in my life. I knew that I had always had an attraction to men. It wasn't until I was in the police academy that I allowed myself to come to terms with it. I was raised in a sheltered existence where homosexuality didn't exist and was never discussed other than the few times my father would recount stories of undercover cops busting 'pansies', as he called them, for soliciting. In 1936 men didn't openly admit their attraction to other men forcing me to keep whatever urges I had deep within me. At the police academy my favorite time of the day was the late afternoon when all of the cadets would hit the showers and I got to see all their cocks swinging out in all their glory. I loved how open we all were about showing ourselves and it never matter if some of us walked around sporting a straight out woody. After my years in the army I had learned to tame my cock so I wasn't always hard, but there were a few guys that seemed to love showing themselves off to the point of stroking their cocks letting everyone see them play with themselves. After a cool forty minutes of watching these hot men strutting around naked I'd normally rush home and in the sanctity of my bedroom I'd masturbate to my favorite fantasy - me on my knees with all of those beefy cadets lined up in the shower waiting their turn for me to sucking each one of their sweet cocks until they came in my mouth. But they were only fantasies and I doubted seriously I would ever act on them. Two years later I graduated with honors and was lucky enough to have my pick of where to start my career as a police officer. I knew that my desire to become a homicide detective was going to be a long road. I would have to bide my time as a beat cop before that could happen. In New York the average time it took for a street cop to become a detective was a minimum of seven years, but was more like ten years. I didn't have the patience to wait that long so when I got a unique offer from the City of New Orleans to train directly as homicide detective I jumped at the opportunity. I signed a five year contract with them, kissed my family good bye and started a new life in the Deep South. * New Orleans was a world away from New York. Putting aside the similarities of it being the melting pot of the south, like New York was for the north the city itself was so very different. On the one hand it was a segregated city with the whites living in certain wards, the blacks in others, the French still in others but then in certain parts of the city, like the French Quarter everyone came together and skin color, ethnicity and even sexual preferences simply didn't matter. New York was going through a 'Victorian phase' since prohibition had been repealed. New Orleans had a European flare to itself where people just seemed to go with the flow of things. There was always something for everyone in New Orleans. There was even something for me. I spent my first few months getting my bearings and used to the 'southern' way of life. I was assigned to a senior detective by the name of Samuel Worthington - 'Mule' to his friends. He had been a homicide detective for over thirty years and could tell just by looking at a dead body how the person died, when they died and most times who killed them. He spoke with a strong Cajun accent, that I had to train my brain to understand, but his closure rate was the highest of any of the other detectives and the city. Samuel was born and raised, and as he put it – would die in New Orleans. As far as he was concerned there was nothing worth seeing or doing outside the city limits. His goal was to not only make me the best homicide detective the city had ever known but to make sure that I fell in love with the city enough to stay there after my five years were up. I would just smile and say "We'll see" knowing full well that the only objective I had was to get my five years behind me and go back home again. Like Samuel's heart was a part of New Orleans, mine was all New York's. * I had been to French Quarter on cases with Samuel but had not ventured there on my own until I finally decided it was time four months after I had been there. Samuel and I had closed a big case the day before and he granted me the privilege of having a full two days off, a Saturday and Sunday which was unheard of for a rookie like me. It was an unusually mild September Saturday with the noxious southern humidity at bay as I sat at the outdoor café in the heart of the French quarter. I had just finished a late lunch and was taking a short pause before continuing my walking tour or the area. It was in between lunch and dinner service and the café was mostly empty. Other than myself there were only two other of the ten tables occupied so no one was complaining that I was daydreaming a bit after my meal. "May I join you?" Torn from my contemplations I looked up into a set of deep brown eyes staring down at me. "Um...sure...I guess." I said. "I've already eaten though." My strong New York accent deterred me from being comfortable talking to people in the south. I had had my shares of dirty looks and under-breath muttered 'damned Yankee' too many times in my short four months in the south. "That's okay." He sat down and looked at me. "My name's William. I couldn't help but notice you sitting by yourself, looking so lonely, I'd thought maybe I'd keep you company for a little while." Being just a little slow on the uptake it took me a minute to realize he was trying to pick me up. "Now you are wondering why I picked you." He said after I didn't speak for a long time. "I was eating lunch inside the restaurant and saw you sit down. I've been watching you for the past the hour and have noticed that you only look at men as they walk by and have never once given a woman a second look. I even enjoyed when you gave a particularly long gaze to a big muscular black man that walked by. I almost imagined that you had to wipe the drool from your lips." I know I turned red and for some reason was still mute unable to fathom what I could say to salvage what little bit of dignity I had left. I took a quick second to look at William. He was older than I was, most likely in his mid to late thirties. He wasn't a bad looking man, I wouldn't say that he was stunningly handsome but he did have a raw sex appeal about him. Even more than that, he was tall and his body was fit the two of the things that attracted me to men. "Shall I leave you alone?" He asked a moment later when I still hadn't spoken. "I...I'm sorry, you just took me by surprise." I said meekly. "That's fine. As I said, my name is William...last name Spencer. I'm a reporter at the Times...and you are?" "Mark...Mark McParson..." I extended my hand to his and we shook. He had a firm grasp but held onto my hand just a moment longer than most men would deem acceptable. "You wouldn't be the Mark "Mac" McParson the wonder cop that just captured the Canal Street serial killer?" My red face gave me away and for a moment I thought about ending this awkward meeting. The one thing I could never chance was anyone on the police force finding out where my tendencies might lie. "WOW! I'm honored to meet you." He said enthusiastically. "It really wasn't me that solved it, Samuel Worthington, my partner, did most of the work. He just wanted to propel me into the limelight." "Mule's a good guy. I've known him for many years and he's never propelled any of his partners into the limelight – as you so eloquently put it...he's a news whore and loves to see his name in print, so either you are sucking his cock or you did the work." William was so direct I didn't know how to react. "I shocked you? Hang around me long enough and you will get to know that I am a man that only speaks the truth. So...are you sucking his cock?" "Are you writing a story?" I asked giving him one of my no nonsense looks. "Not at all Mr. McParson, I'm just trying to figure out if I'm wasting my time or if I should continue my more than obvious seduction of you." "Why not slow down the two things Mr. Spencer. Don't look at it as a waste of time and back off a little on the seduction bit. Unless you were specifically hanging out in this café with the only thought on your mind to pick someone up today I would say that maybe you don't have as many friends as you would like, because you obviously were eating alone, so I say let's take a walk and you can show me around the city and see how things play out." "I like intelligent astute men Mr. McParson..." "Mac" I said interrupting him. "Mac. What a masculine nickname. I hate being called Bill or Billy and especially Willy, so I let my friends call me Spenc...and I would like you to be a friend." He gave me a sly wink and a genuine smile. "Fine, backing off...let's walk and you can tell me all about yourself and what brought you to our fair city." * We walked for a few hours, talking more than looking. The daylight melded into dusk and then darkness and I was shocked when I looked at my watch and saw that it was nearly eight in the evening. "Do you need to leave?" Spenc asked. "No, I was just surprised how quickly the time has passed." "Good company will do that...would you like to get a drink? I belong to a private club that is somewhat close to here. We could go there and relax, have a few drinks, maybe a late supper." For some reason I hesitated and Spenc picked up on it immediately. "Don't worry Mac, the people that are members of this club are all professional and all discrete. We know how to keep our dirty little secrets and respect everyone's privacy." "I've never done anything like this before." I blurted out. Spenc stopped dead in his tracks his mouth gaped open. "What exactly do you mean?" "I've never been with a man before." I said in a low voice that was almost a whisper. "But you have a desire?" I shrugged. "I have fantasized about it. I love being around men and seeing them naked. I've just never done anything about it." Spenc moved our conversation around the crowds of people that were pouring into the French Quarter to a deserted alleyway. "It's one thing to think about it but an entirely different thing to act on it. I'm a cop, I come from a family of cops...I could never face anyone again if they knew." I had never worn my overwhelming fear of being found out so openly before and the thought of it was sending me into a panic. "Mac...Mark, you listen to me. You are an adult and what you do in your private life is your own business. Don't you think that at one time or another we all faced this crossroad. Some of us earlier than others because it's simply a part of who we are. Other people, like you, take more time." He was leaning against the wall staring down the alley in an effort to protect the conversation we were having. "I was in college when I chose to let my life play out the way it has. I was lucky that the man that took my hand helped me to understand the feelings I was experiencing were normal and not 'sick' as so many people have labeled homosexuals." I was quiet for a long time letting his words sink in. I was torn on so many levels. Deep inside I knew that one of the reasons I was in New Orleans, not just the job opportunity I was given, was to distance myself from New York, and my family, but to try to figure things out. Now that the reality was here what was my life going to be like? Could I ever go back home again? I felt like I would be living a lie and I wasn't sure that I could do that. I looked at Spenc. He was being so patient with me and I become conscious for the first time that this wasn't just a simple pick up and seduction on his part. "You didn't just happen to see me at the café today did you?" Loren Ch. 02 He smiled and shook his head. "I saw you on one of your first days on the job. I was at the scene of one of the Canal Street murders. You took my breath away. You are a very handsome man Mac. I have silently stood in the background these past few months and watched you interact with people and have seen a lot of me in you." "Someone told you I was going to French Quarter today?" I knew that Samuel was the only person that knew. "Mule." He admitted freely. "As you most likely have already learned our dear Mule enjoys an entertaining life outside of his marriage. He loves to fuck pussy, but he also loves to feel a man at his cock every now and then. Miss Abigail's, the 'house' he frequents, gives him the choice of women and men and he's been known to enjoy both at the same time. It's not unheard of here in the south. When I approached him to get some background on you he told me that you turned down his offer for a lunchtime at Miss Abigail's and free pussy igniting his suspicions and 'suggested' I speak with you. He was even willing to make an introduction but I told him I would meet you on my own...and well...here I am." "Do you do this kind of thing often? I mean pick up men willy-nilly?" "Never. I am a very private and discerning man. I was in a long term relationship with someone that passed away close to two years ago. You are the first man to peak my interest in a very long time." A noise on the street distracted our conversation. "Have some faith and trust me Mac." "I don't even know you." I said. How could I trust someone that I didn't even know existed until a few hours earlier? "Go with your gut. Come and have a drink. If after the drink you want to leave then so be it. I won't stand in your way...I'll even drive you back to the shit-hole of a boarding house you have chosen to live in." It seemed that Spenc knew a whole lot about me. * The 'club' as Spenc called it was a ten minute walk from where we were, on the outskirts of the French Quarter in one of those grand old mansions that dotted the streets of New Orleans. The house sat on the corner on a large lot and was surrounded by high stone walls topped with Gothic looking black wrought iron fencing and gargoyles sitting on each corner. "I bet this place is haunted." I commented as we walked in through the big solid oak front doors. "Yes, the ghosts come out at every full moon and howl all night long." He said laughing in a genteel mocking manner. "I guess I should tell you now...I own the building and the club itself. I told you about the man I was with for many years, well this was his house and we opened the club to give men a place to go and enjoy themselves. When Reginald passed away he willed the house and the club to me." I shook my head in disbelief. "You ask me to trust you and every time we take a step forward you tell me something else that makes me question why I should." "I am sorry. I promise you going forward I will be upfront about everything." He said contritely. We entered in what I presumed was originally the living room of the house but was now a cozy coolly lit bar. The bar itself ran along the inside wall of the house. There were several single men sitting on stools talking amongst themselves who all turned and looked at us when we entered. Around the room were half dozen tables, mostly occupied by couples or foursomes. A man was playing soft jazz on a grand piano that was tucked away in the corner of the room and a few couples were slow dancing wrapped in each other's arms. "There is a full dining room on the other side of the wall. The kitchen is open late on the weekends so if you want to have a late supper we can." Spenc said guiding me to a table in the corner. There was a RESERVED placard sitting on the table. "You have your own table?" I asked. "Well...yes...I do own the place, I shouldn't have to wait for a table." He said smiling. A young, very handsome and shirtless waiter came over to our table and eagerly took our order. Slightly embarrassed that I couldn't take my eyes off the shirtless waiter I somehow mouthed I wanted a scotch on the rocks. I heard Spenc ask for his usual, which turned out to be a brandy. We sat in relative silence until the waiter returned with our drinks. "Pretty sight, isn't he?" Spenc asked watching me watch him. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm not used to seeing men half dressed like that." "No...he's a pretty man and nice to look at, it's just that simple." I didn't want to talk about the waiter any longer and decided to change that subject. "It's very quiet...especially for a Saturday night." I commented. "This is the bar and dining floor. Moat of the people sitting here are waiting for a table in the dining room or have just eaten and want to relax before they go downstairs. The club portion is down one flight. When we decided to build the club we had the place specially soundproofed so sounds from each floor doesn't bleed into one another. I'm sure it's SRO downstairs since it is a full moon and everyone is waiting for the ghosts to arrive." Spenc smirked and winked at me. I couldn't help but smile. The waiter left my mind and I concentrated on Spenc. He really was quite a sexy man. He was different since we entered the house. More relaxed with his guard down. I looked around the room and saw that everyone looked so at ease and I hoped with time I too could shed some of the formality I had about myself and relax and accept whatever was coming by way. Spenc had this strange way of knowing what I was thinking because a moment later I felt his hand rest against my thigh. Four hours ago I would have probably run from the room screaming but looking at Spenc I could see that this was right where I wanted to be. I moved my leg slightly towards him and smiled. "I would like to take you upstairs and have some very private time with you." He whispered leaning into me. "I would like that also." I said. His hand squeezed my thigh before he stood up and took my hand. Somehow I knew that all eyes in the room were on us...and it didn't bother me one bit. Spenc lived on the top floor of the house which he kept locked off from the club. He had converted it from a four bedroom one bathroom top floor to a one bedroom penthouse complete with a full kitchen and dining area. "I don't cook very often, but when I do I wanted my own space." He told me. He was leaning against the counter watching me move around the apartment. "Relax Mac. I'm not going to pounce on you. If you want to be with me it will happen. If you don't then we can just talk. You know that I want you but only if you want to take that first step. I don't want you to feel any pressure." "Why?" "Why what?" "Why is having me so important. There were a load of men sitting at the bar tonight staring at you..." "No, they were staring at you...and all of them were thinking the same thing...what a lucky SOB I am..." He walked up to me and stood right in front of me. "You can't see it Mac but you are an extremely desirable man...and sexy as shit!" He ran the back of his hand gently over my cheek. Involuntarily I closed my eyes savoring the first feel of a man's touch. His simple erotic touch resonated in every part of my body. My heart started beating harder, my nipples contracted then went erect at the same time and between my legs I felt myself stiffening. "I'm going to kiss you" he whispered stepping closer to me. Hesitantly he touched his lips to mine. I breathed in his essence as I opened my mouth, and for the first time felt a man's tongue against mine. My body sagged into his arms as I pressed myself against him. Desires I had never felt before erupted within me and I couldn't seem to be able to get enough of his hungry mouth. "Bedroom?" Spenc whispered coming up for air. I went back into the kiss nodding my head yes but not wanting to lose a moment of this intimacy we were sharing. "I have to feel your naked body against mine" he was pleading trying again to move us from the kitchen to the bedroom. Reluctantly I pulled away from him. His lips were wet and swollen and I just wanted to kiss them more. The warm and humid Louisiana whether allowed for a more relaxed dress code. It had taken the full four months that I had been living to adopt the code but when I set out on my outing that morning I had finally dressed more casually than I was used to with only a button down shirt and slacks forgoing the normal tie, jacket and hat making it easy for me to divest myself of my clothes when we reached the bedroom. "Bathroom?" I asked reluctantly but needing. Spenc pointed to the doorway off the bedroom. "Leave the door open, I love the sound of a man pissing." He murmured seductively. Did I think it odd? Yes. Did it disturb me? No. Truth be told I liked to watch men piss too, an advantage that was easily afforded to me during my military days and at the police academy. "Come with me and watch." I answered him waiting for him to come up behind me. "With pleasure." We walked into his spacious bathroom, the toilet seat was already up and I was more than ready, in fact I had needed to go for the past hour. Spenc stepped up behind me drawing his arms around me when the flood gates open and the pleasure of finally releasing the piss I had been holding resulted in a deep sigh of relief. "Fuck I needed that" I said still pissing. Spenc was pressing his hard cock against my ass cheeks moaning with the pleasure of watching me piss. "I have some kinks about me that I hope you will stick around to learn." He said. "This is one of them." "I look forward to learning some more of them" I shook the last of my piss from the head and turned to him, "and developing some of my own." For the second time in a day I had left Spenc was his mouth gaped open. "Are you the same man that I met earlier today?" "I hope not. I've done what you asked, put my trust and faith in you and am going with the flow. I want to experience everything you have in mind for me." "Tell me what your deepest desire is at this very moment." I walked over to the sink and washed my hands watching his every move in the mirror. "I want to suck your cock." I said. Without pause I turned to him and dropped to my knees. His cock was at eye level and even before my mouth touched him he let out a moan. His cock wasn't overly large – not nearly as long or as thick as mine was but it was perfectly formed with a bulbous head that was already dripping pre-cum. For years I had wanted to do this and now I was finally able to let my guard down and do it...I licked my tongue out over the head pulling a string of his sweet juices into my mouth savoring my first taste of the pleasures only a man could offer. He had been hard even before my mouth touched him and swelled even thicker as I pulled him into my mouth. I glanced up at him, his cock was almost all the way in my mouth. He had this look of totally awe and satisfaction in his eyes. Drawing his hands around my head he pulled me tighter to him burying his cock fully in my mouth. "Oh yeah...that feels good." He said pulling back a bit then pushing back into me again. "I fit so perfectly in your mouth, like I was meant to be there." He pulled his cock almost fully out of my mouth, letting me lick over the head again, tasting more pre-cum then pushed back in again. I cupped his heavy and full balls in my hands and kneaded them gently between my fingers soliciting deeper moans of pleasure from him. He pulled back again so just the head of his cock rested against my lips. I sucked the bulbous head between my lips letting my tongue play against the soft spot underneath along the ridge and was rewarded with a tiny spurt of his sweetness across my tongue. Getting braver I decided I wanted to try something I had often fantasized about and bared my teeth letting them graze over his shaft. "Fuck...oh please...more..." He cried out. I continued using a combination of my tongue, lips and teeth against him. His cock was rock hard, his thighs and abs tight and I knew that he was going to reward me any minute with a mouthful of his creamy elixir. He fingers weaved their way through my hair as he started stroking in and out of my mouth, his movements were more hurried and deliberate as his need to cum rose. "I'm going to cum..." he whispered in a desperate voice and pushed himself all the way into my mouth. In one fluid motion he swelled in my mouth and a second later I felt the first pulses of his orgasm flood my mouth. Closing my eyes I savored every pleasure he was giving me, his cock pulsing over and over again in my wanting mouth, the delicious taste of his cum and even the moans from both of us that were magnified as they echoed around the bathroom. "Save some for me." He mumbled pulling me to my feet and crushing his mouth against mine. He groaned deeply in my mouth as his tongue licked over mine capturing the last remnants of his orgasm. "You've never done that before?" He asked incredulously when he pulled away from me. I shook my head that I hadn't. "I've never been sucked like that before. No one's ever used their teeth like that on me...it felt so fucking good." "I've spent many years imagining what it would be like to suck a man..." I said searching out his lips again. "Why can't I get enough of you? I just want more and more and more." "Oh I hope so...I want to give you everything you want..." * I was lying on my back on the bed. Spenc had just gone down on me giving me my first blowjob and I was savoring the long kiss where he shared my juices with me. I had never known such utter contentment in my entire life. "You're still hard." He said stroking my cock softly. "I can go two or three times before going soft again." I said. "Mmmm...I can't wait until you are in my ass and cum two or three times in a row." Sitting up I stared at him. "I could never fuck you." I declared adamantly. "I'd split you in two." Spenc simply burst out laughing. "Trust me Mac, I will relish the fullness your cock brings to my ass and savor feeling every stroke you take." He rolled off of me and was lying on his side. "I would very much like to make love to you." He said calmly. "I don't know if this is something you've ever considered." "Why are you asking me this?" I said rolling over on my side looking into his eyes. "Some men like to be on top, other's like to be on the bottom. I don't know which way you would be more comfortable." "You like to be on top?" "I don't think I have an exact preference. I like it both ways. I love having my ass filled and I like shooting a load in a lovely ass." "And that's not the norm?" I hated to ask what seemed to be such a naïve question, but I had no idea what men preferred. "I live my life quite out of the norm Mac." He leaned over and kissed my lips lightly. "But to answer your question...yes...most men seemed to enjoy either being on top or bottom." "I have a thousand questions...and a million desires right now." I said. "I know...let me answer one of them for you right now...roll over on your stomach and raise up your knees, keep your shoulders on the bed." I did as he told me do while he moved down on the bed behind me. "You have a beautiful ass...so round and firm..." He said running his hands from one cheek to the next. His words were soothing and I found myself relaxing to them. He leisurely ran a single finger down the crack of my ass to my balls and back again. I was still hard but what he was doing seemed to make me even harder. "I want you to let me know if I do anything you don't like...I will stop immediately..." he whispered and I felt his hot breath on my ass. He licked his tongue out over my right ass cheek to the left. On the way back he stopped at my crack and with his hands he spread my cheeks. There was a momentary pause before I felt his tongue flicking over my hole instantly sending shivers throughout my body. I moaned loudly at the totally foreign, unique and sensual feeling he was filling me with. Impulsively I pushed my ass against his face silently begging him for more – which he happily gave me. All too soon he pulled away, but only for a brief moment before he replaced his tongue with a finger. Rubbing gentle circles at my hole he pressed into me. He used his calm voice coaxing me to relax and open up to him. I had never had anything in my ass nor had I ever played with my ass. I thought the happiest I would ever be would be have a cock in mouth or someone going down on me...until Spenc's finger slipped into my ass. It was one of those moments that are forever etched in your memory. The heavens opened and a chorus of angels sang along with me as I moaned a chorus of 'Hallelujah' while Spenc worked his finger, then two fingers in and out of my ass. My own cock was dripping streams of pre-cum and I felt that any minute I could explode. Again he stopped and slowly pulled his fingers from me. I was whimpering like a sad little puppy until I felt him rise up and move closer to me. One hand held onto my left hip while he guided his erection to my open and ready ass. Spenc took me slowly and like the southern gentleman that he was guarded his every movement to not cause me any pain. I never knew how much I would love the feeling of a cock sliding into me but more than that the feeling of being so full. He held himself tightly against me and let my body acclimate to this first time intrusion. As I relaxed he pulled back slightly and stroked back into me. The feeling was so deliciously wonderful I found myself imploring him for more. "I'm going to pick up the pace...if it's too much let me know and I'll slow down again." His voice was passionate and filled with concern and again I knew he didn't want to hurt me making this first time experience so very special. He was stroking in and out of me, slowly at first then quicker as my body let him know I was ready and wanted more. Words flowed out his mouth – he couldn't remember ever wanting someone as much as he wanted me, my ass was so gloriously tight he was in heaven, he begged me to feel him swelling inside of me and then he stilled. He sunk his cock to the hilt and let out a loud groan and I felt it...his cock pulsating in me. I squeezed my ass around him and felt every drop of his cum empty into me. He leaned into me, his forehead against my back as he tried to catch his breath. "Roll on your side." He whispered. I did as he told me and a moment later we were spooned together. When his cock popped out of me he replaced it with his fingers and continued to stroke two fingers in me continuing the erotic sensations he was filling me with. "Thank you." he finally mumbled pulling his fingers out of me and wrapping his arms tightly around me. "I should be thanking you." I said pushing my ass against his groin. "Will you stay the night?" I turned in his arms and looked at him. "I'm not going anywhere." "Good..." he mumbled his eyes were heavy and I knew sleep was overtaking him. "I'll make you breakfast..." he was asleep before he finished his sentence. I laid and watch him sleep. I couldn't have hoped for a better man to take my hand and guide me through my first time. It might have taken me twenty-five years to get to this point but the way I looked at it was so worth the wait. All the fears I had about who I was were gone and now all I wanted was...more. I pressed my lips against his forehead and closed my eyes. * I woke up to the smell of coffee. Rolling over I found myself alone in the bed and experienced a never before pang of loneliness. After a quick trip to the bathroom I made my way out to the living area and found Spenc engrossed in breakfast preparations. Silently I walked up behind him pulling him into my arms and kissing his neck. Loren Ch. 02 "Good Morning." He sighed contently. Like me he was naked and also like me was sporting a hard on which I took in my hands and stroked gently. "Keeping doing that and breakfast might be lunch." Spenc turned in my arms his mouth searching out mine. "I really want to fuck you." I whispered in his ear grinding myself against him. "I will never say 'no' to you." he stated matter of factly. I could feel his heart pounding against his chest. "I want you here...in the kitchen, just like this." I was smiling and could tell he loved every minute of my poor attempt at seduction. He turned back to the counter and grabbed something then turned back to me. "Let me help you just a bit." He reached down with his hand and started stroking something on my cock. "It will make it easier for you to slip in me." He said kissing my lips. "I know you are concerned that you might hurt me, this will help – both of us." He turned again and bent over from at the waist and rested his chest on the counter. His ass was to me. I ran my hands over his ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly between my hands before spreading them. I stepped closer to him and pressed my now well oiled cock into him. I felt the initial resistance but then he opened up to me and I watched the head of my cock slip inside of him. Spenc groaned loudly and pushed back on me showing just how much he wanted me and in amazement I watched more of my cock disappear into him. It happened so quickly, I hardly had time to react but suddenly I felt my cock swell and any effort I could have made to attempt to control myself was lost. "Oh fuck...I'm going to cum." I felt like crawling into a hole with embarrassment by the quickness of my orgasm that was exploding in his ass. I pushed further into him as I my cock continued to pulsate into him. "You feel so fucking good." Spenc moaned pushing against me. He lifted his chest off the counter and leaned back on mine searching out my mouth. His kiss was so passionate and needy letting me know it didn't matter that I came so quickly. I knew my cock wasn't going to go soft anytime soon. My premature release was quickly forgotten as I pushed his chest back to the counter and started to stroke in and out of his ass. I loved the feeling of my how my cock still slick with the oil and now my cum slid so easily in and out of him. My first instincts to this new experience was to be gentle and loving, as Spenc had been with me the night before, but something inside of me took over and with merciful pleading from Spec I was soon pounding in and out of his ass. The harder I fucked him the more he savagely begged for more. I was being driven by his forceful words and overpowering desires. I came two more times before my duplicitous body and cock gave out on me. I fell back onto the kitchen chair. Sweat covered every part of my body. Spenc was still leaning over the counter trying to catch his breath. A small puddle of cum was at his feet from the milking I had given his cock and my juices were seductively seeping out of his ass and down the inside of his legs. "If I had any strength I would take you again because you look so fucking sexy right now." I mumbled. Standing up straight he walked over to me and kissed me deeply before falling into the chair next to me. "I'll give you an hour to rest up..." he replied still panting. We both burst out laughing. * We showered and thirty minutes later we sat down to a table sagging breakfast. I didn't seem to be able to keep up with my ferocious appetite and felt like I was shoveling food in faster than my brain was registering. I could only remember being that hungry one other time in my life and that was during the last week, hell week, of basic training when we ate little and ran a lot. "I was wondering if after breakfast you would like to walk down to the club and check it out." Spenc said drinking his coffee watching me still eating. "On Sundays the club doesn't open until four in the afternoon. There might me one of two people still lingering from last night but we'll pretty much be on our own." "Sure...is there something special you want me to see?" "The whole place is very special." Spenc got up and refilled his coffee cup and leaned against the kitchen counter. "I told you a little about Reginald – Reg, as I called him. I'd like to tell you a little more about our relationship." "Sure." I answered wondering what was prompting this conversation. "I met Reg when I was twenty two. I had just graduated from Duke University and decided to move to New Orleans. I had interned at the Times during my junior and senior summers and was lucky enough to score a job when I graduated with honors the following spring. The newspaper gave the junior reporters an assignment to do a series of articles on historic landmark buildings. We randomly pulled names from a hat and I was lucky enough to pull Reginald's name. This house was built in the early 1800's and was part of a large parcel of land that was owned by a famous southern judge. When the judge passed in 1830 without any direct heirs his nephew inherited the property and sold off much of the land keeping the house and another building – which was originally slave quarters in the back of the house. As the French Quarter grew the house became one of the boundary markers. This is one of the largest privately owned properties at just under two acres." Spenc took a breath and moved from the counter back to his seat. "It took all of ten minutes alone with Reginald before I knew he was the one I was destined to fall in love with. He was the typical southern gentleman and waited a respectable couple of hours before staking his claim on me. We slept together that afternoon and I never looked back." "How long were you with him?" "Close to fifteen years. He was almost sixty years old when we met but had the body and the stamina of a teenager. It's ironic that he was healthy as an ox and one day he was at the courthouse doing a title search on a property he wanted to purchase – he came from family money and used it to invest in real estate development. It was really so silly how it happened. He was on his way out of the courthouse and took a misstep and fell down the steps, he just landed wrong and broke his neck and died instantly." "I'm sorry...that must have been horrible." "Yes. I was very much in love with him. It's been a lonely time without him. He left me the house and enough money that I will never have to worry about anything in my life..." He sighed deeply. "We started the club together and it's been nice to have to keep me busy, plus as you know I still work...and now I've met you and I'm hoping that you will want to stay for a little while." "As I said last night, I'm not going anywhere." I leaned over and kissed him deeply pulling his tongue in my mouth. I had never enjoyed 'making out' with women before but with Spenc I never wanted to stop. "Mmmm...you taste so good...I really didn't know that sex could be so...addictive." "Sex with you sure is...shall we go back to bed? Or would you like to go downstairs?" "Hmmm...right now I want to know more about your relationship with Reginald." "Well...Reginald was a definite top. I think you found out that as much as I enjoy topping, I LOVE being a bottom. Fill my ass up and I am in paradise. Reginald also taught me to always keep an open mind about everything. He enjoyed aspects of sex that I didn't know even existed but from him I learned about what people might call the 'darker side' of sex and came to love it just as much as I love sucking a cock." "Will you elaborate?" "I've always found it difficult to find the correct words to describe our relationship – only because Master and slave is sensitive terminology here in the south. The simplest way to describe it is that I happily relinquished all control over to him and allowed him to use me as he saw fit." My mouth gaped open. My grandfather, who was the history buff of the family, and had relegated himself to giving me the sex talk, had told me about the love between a man and woman and what role the man plays. He told me that I was to always respect a woman but it was my responsibility to make sure that sex was never dull. He gave me some books to read that described different ways to keep your sex life alive. But it was one weekend when we had gone away fishing that he told me that history was littered with men that liked to use woman in dominate and sadistic ways. Men like the Marquis De Sade and during a particularly dark period of time Roman Emperors were known to use both men and women and partake in orgies. I found myself glued to his words and that night I started having dreams about these men. Throughout the years my fantasies normally revolved around things I read these men did. To find out that Spenc could be a part of something I had already wanted to live was thrilling. "And this is how you lived the whole time you were together." I asked eagerly. I wanted to suppress my excitement but my emotions were too untrained. "Yes and no. It worked for us for a couple of years, but as our relationship progressed and we fell more in love it became harder for him to exert control over me. So we adapted. We still enjoyed certain aspects of the relationship together but we brought other people in the fold, people that Reg could Master and in turn I started growing more and began to enjoying topping. The thing is that we learned through the strength of our love to not restrict ourselves to what everyone else thought was 'normal'. We lived our lives by not rejecting any yearnings we might have. That's how the club came about." He looked at me and I think for the first time he couldn't read my mind. My cock was hard again and I felt pre-cum oozing from the slit. "Come here and sit on my cock while we talk." I said holding my hand out to him. Spenc complied immediately and with no hesitation sunk down on me taking my entire length in one long deep stroke. Simultaneously we moaned together as I wrapped my arms around him pulling him closer to me. "Now...tell me some of the things that you and Reginald did together. I want to know everything." Clenching his ass tightly around my cock he began talking. "Reginald liked to inflict pain." He finally said in a low sexy voice. "And through that I found that I enjoyed receiving pain. He started with spanking me with his bare hand. There is nothing better than feeling a man's strong sturdy hand across my ass. I would lie over his lap and he would spank me until my ass was red and sore and I knew I wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for hours." My cock twitched at his words driving him on. "Sometimes he used a wooden ruler and he had a thick paddle that he loved to use and it always made me cry – but it made me cum too. I learned there was a fine line between pain and pleasure and at some point the two would come together and created that perfect orgasm." I moaned at his words and my cock twitched again. Spenc tilted his hips forward then back again stroking me deep inside of him. I wanted to hear more and Spenc was open and obliging. "He liked to restrain me – and I loved to be bound up and helpless, accepting everything he gave me. There is nothing better than being tied up, unable to move while being fucked hard. We also liked to use lots of toys...some were for punishments – floggers, whips and canes, other were for pain – nipple clamps, cock and ball restraints." Images were flowing though my brain so quickly I couldn't keep up. My cock was straining to cum but I didn't want to cum yet, I wanted to hear more. "Tell me what you liked most." "I liked everything...but I loved two things in particular..." "Tell me..." "I loved when he bit me. I loved the feeling of his teeth and mouth on my nipples and the marks that he would leave on me. I could cum just from him sucking and biting my nipples." "I'd love to bite you...just like I used my teeth on you last night." I said licking my tongue over his taut nipples. "As I said earlier, I will never say 'no' to you." "What else? What is the other thing?" "I love piss. I told you that already. I love to drink it, I love to be pissed on but I especially love to have a cock buried deep in my ass pissing." That was it. I shot my load groaning loudly from his words. "Oh fuck you are so fucking hot...I hope you are ready for me because I want to make everyone of your dreams come true." I cried burying my head in his chest biting his nipple hard between my teeth. On Monday morning Spenc drove me to my place so I could change and get to work. His body, from his collar bone down to his thighs were covered with hickeys and his ass was well used and full of my cum. "Move in with me." He said looking straight ahead at traffic. "Yes." I said without even taking a moment to decide. "Meet me at my place tonight and help me with my stuff." * Over the next five years Spenc was the perfect partner but the sad truth was that as passionate as we were together we weren't in love with each other and respected the time we had together for what it was – an affair between two consenting people. "I WILL miss you." He said on out last night together. "You'll miss my cock more than you'll miss me..." I sighed humping against him. "That's true. You have made a lot of men very happy with that cock of yours over these past years." "But it's always been your ass I've favored the most..." The next morning I climbed into my new car, a going away present from Spenc and started the long drive back to New York. Promises were made but we both knew they would be broken. As New Orleans faded in the back ground I knew I'd never go back again. Loren Ch. 03 At nine the next morning Mac was knocking on Sam Sedwick's door. Mac had spent the night at Loren Blunt's place going through his writing desk reading the hundreds of love letters between him and Shelby and other men that had also fallen hopelessly in love with him. When he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer he grabbed a few hours sleep on the sofa in the living room. He dreamed of Loren Blunt, those beautiful eyes staring into his and his mouth close to his whispering words he couldn't hear. When he woke at six thirty the next morning he took the liberty of taking a luxurious shower and shave in Loren's richly appointed bathroom, which revitalized him to face another day. After so many years of being a police detective Mac had learned that the beginning stages of a murder investigation -- especially one as gruesome as this one -- were the most important and therefore always kept a few change of clothes in his car in anticipation that he might not be able to get back to his place for a few days. * A British butler in a full tuxedo answered the door to Mr. Sedwick's upper Manhattan mansion and ushered Mac into the sunny breakfast parlor where Sam Sedwick and Shelby Cantrell were having their coffee. Both men, dressed formally in mourning suits and ties, stood when Mac entered the room. Sam Sedwick took the lead and made the introductions. Shelby Cantrell took Mac's hand and shook it firmly then held it for just that little extra second that made Mac uncomfortable enough to pull his hand away. A hint of familiarity crossed through Mac's brain and he knew that at some point they had most likely crossed paths at Spenc's club in New Orleans. "Coffee Detective McParson?" Sam asked. "Thank you." he replied and took a seat at the table they had been seated at when he arrived. Sam nodded to the butler who walked to the sideboard where a sterling silver coffee service sat. He lifted a bone china cup and saucer and carefully poured the coffee. "Have you made any progress on the case Detective?" Shelby asked in that slow sugary-sweet southern drawl Mac had come to loath after living in the south for so many years. "In cases like this the process can be long and tedious. I'm afraid at this point everyone is still a suspect and yet no one is an exact person of interest." It was Mac's fancy way of saying 'no' "I understand from my partner that you saw Mr. Blunt yesterday afternoon before he was scheduled to leave for the country. Do you have any idea why he might have changed his mind?" "None at all Detective. We said good-bye at the office. I had a late meeting with Mr. Wallace I needed to attend. Loren was going to go home and pack an overnight bag and leave directly to the house in Connecticut." Mac turned to Sam, who still appeared to be in shock over Loren's untimely death. "Mr. Sedwick, when was the last time you spoke with Mr. Blunt?" "He called me on Thursday to ask if he could use the Connecticut house for the weekend. Said he needed to get away for few days. He stopped by that evening for a drink and to pick up the keys. I'm sure your investigation has already revealed that my nephew was having relationship problems and needed to get away to think." "Yes sir it has." Mac turned back to Shelby and looked at him but before he could ask another question the butler stepped into the room and announced that Mr. Liebacker was here. Waldo Liebacker always made an entrance when he entered a room. Maybe it was his striking appearance or his dominant personality but he made sure that everyone around him knew that Waldo Liebacker had arrived. Mac stood and shook Liebacker's hand making a mental note that neither Sam nor Shelby did. "Well Detective, are you here to arrest Shelby for murdering his lover?" Liebacker asked in his Waldo Liebacker I'm-better-than-everyone-else manner. The butler didn't bother to ask if Waldo wanted coffee, he just poured him a cup and placed it in front of him. "This is my home and you will not say such nasty lies about me." Shelby drawled to Waldo, who in turn just waived his hand like he was swatting a bug away. There was no love between the two men. "Shelby I hate to be the bearer of bad news but you are a merely a squatter here and one day Sam is going to grow tired of your mooching and throw your ass out on the street where it belongs." Waldo proclaimed turning his body away from Shelby and more towards Sam and Mac. "Gentlemen please," Sam interjected, "I'm sorry Detective, it's always complicated when Shelby and Waldo are in the same room." Over the next hour Mac questioned Sam and Shelby separately and finally together. Sam was at a gala event for a new artist that he was supporting -- an exquisite looking Asian man that spoke very little English but that Sam was successfully lusting after. Once again Mac was taken back that these men lived their life so openly in a time where the moral majority frowned upon any type of relationships outside of heterosexual ones. Shelby on the other hand had a flimsy alibi. He claimed to have been at the office until seven or eight most of which was alone. From the office he went to a bar where he didn't run into anyone he knew had some drinks and returned home sometime after the police had come and gone. He admitted he was quite drunk and didn't remember too much of his evening. In Mac's mind there was absolutely no truth whatsoever to Shelby's story. Men like Shelby Cantrell didn't get drunk and most definitely didn't spend evenings alone. Shelby was at a crossroads. There were issues within his relationship with Loren and he needed to either insure those problems were solved or he needed to find another sugar-daddy to care for him. On the surface it appeared there was a very silent understanding between Shelby and Sam but that it was wearing thin. Sam was gracious enough to provide a residence for Shelby while he dated his nephew but with Loren out of the picture he didn't have to be the ever obliging host any longer. With the initial interview over Mac said his goodbyes and stood to leave. Liebacker joined him in the hallway and asked if he could accompany him on his next stop. "I was planning on returning to Mr. Blunt's apartment which is still under police jurisdiction." Mac replied. "Then let me ride with you, I can walk back to my place from there. I'll just let my driver go." Alone in the car Mac asked the question he had wanted to ask earlier. "Did you believe Mr. Cantrell's story about his whereabouts last evening?" "Not one bit. Shelby is a whore and if he's not getting fucked he isn't happy. He most likely took advantage of Loren's absence and was in someone else's bed." "Any ideas whom that might have been?" "Well with Shelby most likely burning his bridge with Loren he's got to be on the prowl for another lover that will keep him. In our circle of friends there are several wealthy gentlemen but only one that is between lovers...and that is Standish Abbott." Once again Liebacker left Mac speechless. Standish Abbott was a pinnacle of New York society. He was first generation American that rose for the streets. He put himself through law school and then become one of New York's most respected judges. At one time he was even considered for a Supreme Court appointment but opted to pull his name from the running because he didn't want to leave his beloved New York City. Now Mac wondered if it was for another reason? Over the years he made a name for himself as being a tough conservative judge. He married a woman of wealth and fathered half a dozen children. At sixty years old he was retired but kept himself available for consulting. "I've shocked you again Detective? I think you'd be surprised at the number of men that enjoy men's company. We are an elite group." "I am beginning to see that. Does Mr. Abbott keep a place here in the city?" Mac knew from the press that Standish Abbott owned a palatial spread outside the city that hosted several charitable functions a year. "As a matter of fact he has two places. There's the family penthouse in the building next to mine and then he's got a 'hideaway' place in a brownstone off Madison. That's where he does his private entertaining. He stays in the city most of the time. The children are grown and married and his wife prefers the home outside of the city. If she wants to see him she will come to the city. It's all very civilized. They've been married long enough to respect each others privacy." Mac simply shook his head. The rich and the life they lead. "I would be more than happy to set up a meeting for you." Liebacker said making Mac wonder why he was being so accommodating. "I want to see you arrest Shelby Cantrell for killing my Loren Detective." He said a moment later like he had read his mind. "And what if he didn't kill him?" "One way or another he is guilty, whether he pulled the trigger or not." Liebacker said morosely. "I'll ring Standish up as soon as you drop me off. You'll be at Loren's?" Mac nodded that he would. * Mac had come to appreciate the solitude that Loren's apartment was affording him. Reluctantly he lifted the phone from the cradle and called the station to get updates from Simpson. "The autopsy is complete." Simpson said in a non-characteristic sour sounding tone. "No surprise that the victim died from the gunshot to the face and the eventual loss of blood and brain matter." He paused a moment before reading the next line of the report. "It also showed that prior to death the victim had engaged in anal sex and had a large quantity of fresh sperm in his rectum. There were also signs that he had engaged in oral sex as well. The coroner believes that whoever he was with was quite prolific." He let out a guttural 'Ugh' before going on. "There was bruising on his buttocks, nipples and around his lips, but the coroner said it didn't appear that he was in a fight...more along the lines of some type of sexual deviation he might have taken part in. What kind of sicko was this guy?" Mac didn't make any comments but after the things he was learning about Loren he wasn't surprised by the coroners findings. "Unless this pertains to why he was killed, which I seriously doubt then it is none of our business. Right now I want you to put a lid on all of this. Tell the corner to stifle the report also. You are not to talk to anyone about any of this." "Mac?" Simpson had never heard Mac take such a stand before. "We are dealing with people that are the pinnacle of New York society. We have to move very slowly and carefully. Our jobs and reputations are at stake on this case." He paused a moment before adding. "Do I make myself clear?" to let Simpson know he was being deadly serious. "Yes Sir...I understand fully." Mac hung up the phone without saying goodbye. He was dog dead tired which in turn was wearing his patience thin. He wasn't one that normally snapped at people, especially Simpson whom he respected. He looked at his watch, it was almost one in the afternoon and Waldo had set a four o'clock to meet with Standish Abbott at Waldo's apartment. He walked into the living room and fell back on the sofa looking up at the portrait. "Well Loren what do you think? I've got four people that could have off'ed you which one was it? I can't see it being your uncle. There's not a malicious bone in his body. But family is family and sometimes they do strange things. How about Lancaster Dorey? Simpson claims his alibi isn't too sturdy and that man is still head-over-heels about you. I wonder," Mac sat up and started talking in earnest to the portrait, "is it you he is in love with or is it that cock of yours? You are obliviously great to fuck and a great fucker. I mean Waldo practically cries buckets every time he thinks about you. By the way his alibi isn't air tight either and as sad as it sounds...I really feel of all of the men on my list he is the one that could have pulled the trigger. Jealousy is a mean fucker Loren and that man hated seeing you with Shelby." Mac stood and walked over to the fireplace. "Ii I could ask you just one question I think it would be - Why Shelby? I mean he's good looking and drips sex appeal, but he's a fucking leech. Both Waldo and Sam said you were in love with him. How could you be in love with someone who you knew so blatantly uses people? Is that saying really true -- that love is blind?" Turning away from the portrait he returned to the couch but kept talking. "Maybe it is...because I look at you, I look into your eyes and I can't help but feel this yearning for you. I admit it Loren Blunt I have never had an emotional attachment to a man before but I looked at you and my heart beats hard and I have these...desires...I desire you and you are dead..." Mac closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. * A noise jarred Mac from his sleep. He sat up and looked around wondering what he had heard. Another noise came from the kitchen and almost stumbling Mac rose and made his way there. He pushed the two-way door to the kitchen while pulling his gun out the same time. "Don't move." He yelled. A crashing sound rang throughout the kitchen and a meek little heavily accented voice pleaded with him not to shoot. Mac rounded the corner, gun at the ready only to find a handsome young man standing there, hands in the air and a bag of grocery spread across the kitchen floor. "Who are you?" He demanded. "I'm Jessie (which he pronounced 'Yessie')...Mr. Loren's housekeeper..." His accent was thick Spanish. "Oh...sorry...we didn't know Mr. Blunt had a housekeeper." Mac holstered his gun and apologized again. "I'm a police officer..." "Mr. Blunt...he okay? Why you here?" Jessie was suddenly filled with panic. "I'm sorry Jessie...Mr. Blunt is not okay...Mr. Blunt is dead..." Mac answered back trying to say it as nicely as he could. The boy, who Mac estimated to be in his late teens early twenties, was small in stature but had the sweetest looking face. He had jet black hair set against brown, almost black eyes that were big and round and a tight compact body. Again Mac had to note that Loren only surrounded himself with the best looking people. "No..no...Mr. Loren he no can be gone...he just can't be." Tears, real tears flowed out of Jessie's eyes and Mac could see how much he loved his employer...and wondered if they are gone past employee/employer relations also. He didn't doubt it for a second. Jessie was just too good looking...and for lack of a better word...scrumptious...to not do. "Hey Jessie...I haven't eaten all day, could you please fix me something to eat and we can talk some more..." Mac asked figured keeping the boy busy would be good for him. "Yes sir...Mr..." "Just call me Mac." "Yes Sir Mr. Mac." Mac couldn't help but laugh as he walked out of the kitchen. Mac made his way out to the living room and sat down at the desk again. He still had an hour and half before he had to be at Liebacker's. He called the station again to check messages only to find that Simpson was still coming up short on locating Dan Redvern. No one had seen him since work on Friday. Simpson also told him that Shelby's alibi about being at a bar didn't pan out -- which Mac had suspected, but that Sam and Lancaster were definitely at the gala with enough witnesses to place them there before, during and after the estimated time of the murder. Mac asked about Waldo Liebacker's alibi. There was a long moment of silence on the phone before Simpson spoke. "As far as we can tell he was at his apartment all evening. We spoke with the...um...person he was with..." Simpson disdain for homosexuals was evident in the tonality he used, "the...um...person...through a translator told us that he and Mr. Liebacker were in...bed all evening -- he even volunteered to give a blow-by-blow , so to speak, description of what they did...but I told him no. The doorman also said that Liebacker never left the apartment all evening. We checked the basement and there is an entrance/exit from there that he could have slipped out unseen. It opens to an alleyway. I made the route, at a quick pace, between their two places and made it in less than five minutes. But he'd have to have had a shotgun with him and I can't imagine that he would openly walk down the street carrying a shotgun. If he did I figured that he could have made the round trip in between twelve and fifteen minutes." "Yeah...I did the same thing and figured the same thing. The only problem is that Palo..." "Liebacker could be paying him to give him an alibi." Simpson commented. "I'm sure that Palo got money in exchange for...well you know..." "What if I were to threaten him with arrest for solicitation? It would be enough to deport him." Mac shook my head, not realizing that Simpson couldn't see him. "No...Liebacker wouldn't admit that he paid for sex. We'd never get a case against him that way. Do this, put a tail on Palo. See if he's a regular of Liebacker's or if he was in fact a pay-as-you go. The ideal situation would be to try and catch him soliciting someone else -- then we can leverage a charge against him." "Sounds good. I'll get vice to lend me one of their 'men' to help us out." "Yeah, just don't make it too obvious." Mac looked up and saw Jessie standing waiting on him. "I gotta go. I'll talk to you later. Don't stay too late tonight. I'll be here again tonight. There is more paperwork I need to sort through." Mac's eyes were locked to Jessie who was still standing in the same place almost like he was frozen to that spot. "Need some help boss?" Simpson asked. "Nope, got it covered. There is a housekeeper here if I'm not here leave a message with him, his name is Jessie." Mac hung the phone up without saying goodbye. "What is it Jessie?" "You go through Mr. Loren's things? Das not right..." "I have to. I need to find out who killed Mr. Loren." "Come eat." He said in an angry tone letting Mac know he didn't appreciate that he was invading Loren's privacy. He stormed from the room back to the kitchen. Mac followed him to the kitchen where the table was set for two. Jessie stood by the table and waited until Mac sat down before he filled the plates and sat down. They ate in companionable silence for the first few minutes. "I am the police Jessie. It is my job to find out who killed Mr. Loren. I have to use everything I can to do that, even it means reading the person's private letters and looking through their personal paper work." "How you know that he killed by someone he know?" "Jessie I know that you cared very deeply for Mr. Loren and I don't want to upset you any further, but you have to know that the way that he was killed was very...um...personal. It wasn't just a bang-bang shooting...the person that shot Mr. Loren made it very personal the way he shot him." Jessie nodded his head but didn't say anything. "Where were you on Friday Jessie?" "Me?" He looked at me shocked that Mac would ask him such a question. "Mr. Loren he gives the weekend off. Tell me to go see my mama in New Jersey. I go but she not happy to see me. She not like me because I stay with men. We had big fight this morning and I decide to come back early." "Do you live here Jessie?" He nodded that he did and looked behind him at a door on the other side of the kitchen. "I need to ask you a personal question Jessie..." "I know...Mr. Mac...the answer is yes...Mr. Loren and I have been together...he use me when he not with other men." His face turned a bright red and he bowed his head so he didn't have to look in Mac's eyes. "One more thing...when I told you that Mr. Loren was dead...who did you first think killed him?" "Mr. Shelby of course, he's a very bad bad man." Mac looked down at his watch, he needed to leave. "Jessie, I need to go out for a few hours. I want you to be here when I return." Loren Ch. 03 "Yes Sir, I be here...I have no place to go..." he said sadly and started crying again. "Now listen to me carefully Jessie. While I am gone you cannot leave the kitchen area. I cannot allow you to touch anything in the apartment. You cannot clean, dust, take garbage out, make the bed and touch anything. Everything on the other side of this door is evidence. Do you understand?" "I know how to obey Sir. I will not leave kitchen, I promise." "Good." Mac bet he did know how to obey, he also bet he spent a fair amount of time in Loren's dungeon. * Standish Abbott was sixty years old...and he made Mac hard the moment he saw him. He was tall, taller than Mac who was six foot four and everything about him, from the way he looked at Mac to the way he walked attracted him to Mac. He had a shock of white hair on his head that Mac immediately imagined running his fingers through. For the briefest second Mac closed his eyes and saw himself on his knees at Standish Abbott's cock. He couldn't remember a time, ever, when he was so attracted to another person while he was working. He had always kept his work and personal life separate. It was then that he became aware pre-cum was oozing from his own cock staining his boxers and hoped that the baggy pants and suit jacket were enough to hide his embarrassment he felt. Standish extended his oversize hand to Mac and shook it when Liebacker made the introductions. When Standish pulled his hand away he let his middle finger graze across Mac's palm sending shivers throughout his body. Mac looked at him with absolute shock in his eyes and got a cool comforting smile back. "I'm a big fan Detective McParson. I've followed your career since you returned from New Orleans. You have a ninety percent solve rate and even though you don't use your title you made Lieutenant two years into your service here in New York and at thirty-two years old you are one of the youngest detective's to do that." "Thank you sir." Was all Mac could muster. Neither Mac nor Standish Abbott acknowledged that Waldo Liebacker was in the room, even though they were in his Penthouse apartment. Liebacker stood silently watching the interactions between the two men and silently smiled when he saw Mac practically shoot a load when he met Standish. Most men did, even Loren had been taken with him. Standish was a handsome, well spoken gentleman. Liebacker couldn't measure up to a man like Standish. He didn't have his money nor did he have his soft-spoken personality but most of all he didn't have the class the Standish exuded. What Waldo took pride in amongst his peers was that he was the first to have Loren and that he always had a good looking man on his arm but most of all he never had to do sloppy seconds. He knew it was time to step back away from Detective McParson and let Standish have him. Distraction was the best course of action. "Shall we go sit on the terrace Lieutenant? I understand you have some questions for me." "That would be fine sir." They walked to the terrace. Standish held back a step and let Mac walk through the doorway first and quietly closed the doors behind him. They sat away from the doors in two chairs that were opposite each other. Standish crossed his long legs and rested his chin in his hand letting his right finger draw slowly over his lips remaining quiet just staring at Mac for a long time. Finally he nodded his head that he was ready to be questioned. "Mr. Liebacker feels that if Mr. Blunt were still alive and decided to break things off with Mr. Cantrell that you might have come to an understanding with him yourself. Would that be a correct assumptions sir?" "I would have been amenable to Mr. Cantrell using my 'getaway' apartment for a short period of time until he found other suitable living arrangements. Like most of the men in our circle we are all quite familiar with Mr. Cantrell. If he was to stay in my apartment for a short period of time I would have had the opportunity to avail myself of him and it could have been a win-win for both of us." He chose his words carefully and spoke slowly and concisely. "May I ask you a personal question?" "I was hoping you would." Standish retorted in a low sexy tone. Mac's face turned a few shades of red before he continued. "I am a police officer and I have always carried myself with the utmost of professionalism and yet over the past two days every person I have spoken to, especially Mr. Liebacker, are very open about the things you enjoy doing, and yet neither of you know me at all." Mac had always taken pride in carrying himself in such a manner that no one would ever know the deep dark secret he felt he was forced to live with. "Ahh...but that is where you are wrong Lieutenant. Our circle, and it is just within our circle, know everything about you. That is why you were chosen to investigate this gruesome murder -- because of who you are. We know that our 'secrets' are safe around you." "I'm not so sure about that sir. My partner, Detective Simpson, knows that Liebacker is using an Italian prostitute as his alibi and the medical examiner has already said that there were signs of both anal and oral sex and that the deceased partook in what my partner called 'deviant sexual behavior'. And to be quite frank -- Mr. Cantrell is a little light in loafers -- if you know what I mean." "And if I'm correct you have already squashed the coroner's report and put a padlock on Simpson. You are treating this case with the professionally we had expected." Standish said smiling. "Detective Simpson knows what is most obvious. The deeper darker things, like the hierarchy of our group, and the others that are involved will never go any further than you." He paused for a moment gathering his words again. "I hope I'm not being presumptuous in calling you Mac, I'd like the formality of our relationship to be only in public. In private I would like to be able to call you Mac and hope that you will call me Stan." Mac nodded that it would be okay. "Mac it is no secret to anyone that Sam, Waldo, Lancaster, Shelby and our poor sweet Loren are homosexuals. They are what they are and don't make any bones about it. They have come to terms with it. But there are other men in our group that are connected to Loren through our group, through sex, and it is imperative that they remain anonymous -- and that is why you are here." "But you don't know me." Mac still didn't understand. He knew from Liebacker that were was a group of wealthy men that enjoyed the company of other men, but just how far did this circle reach and why was he being used to 'keep their secrets'? "I don't? Let's see...for five years you lived with William Spencer, who owns the most successful private men's club in the south. You enjoy being a bottom but you prefer being a top and have a natural ability to be dominant. I also understand that rumor has it you have one of the most beautiful cocks anyone as ever seen -- or ever experienced." Mac sat silently listening to Standish talk about him and his life like he was talking about someone else. Like Liebacker he was brutally open and honest which only served to make him more uncomfortable "You've been back here in New York for five years and haven't dated one person in all that time. You try and get away as much as you can to The Philip House in Pennsylvania. It's easier to pay the hundred bucks for two days to be catered to by any man you want than to try and meet someone. But you haven't been there for the past two months...and I suspect you are very needy at this point. You have an overwhelming fear that you will be found out so you keep yourself introverted and hidden away from the world." "Does everyone on the police force know about me?" Mac voice was low and filled with fear. He was finding it difficult to breath and was glad that Waldo wasn't within earshot. For some reason he was comfortable enough with Standish to let him see his fears. "Oh lordy no!" Standish exclaimed laughing loudly. "The Chief of the New York Police Department, the man you refer to as Cappy, is a member of our group. He's a great bottom by the way if you have a desire to take some of your pent up frustrations out on him. He is the only one that knows about you and only because he knew your prior partner, Mr. Worthington, who made a point of making him promise to look after you when you returned to New York. You see Mac men like us look out for each other. We protect each other so that we can live the life we choose to enjoy." Mac stood and walked over to the glass wall that ran the length of the terrace and leaned against it facing back to Standish. "Do you have any suspicions who might have shot Mr. Blunt?" "It had to have been someone very close to him. So it must have been either Shelby, Waldo or Lancaster...but then I could tell you that none of them have a murderous bone in their body." Standish stood and walked to within a foot of Mac and leaned against the wall looking outwards over the street. "I was with Shelby that night." He said in low voice. "We were together from six in the evening until about nine fifteen when I left the apartment to return home. He was sound asleep when I left the apartment." "Thank you sir, I appreciate you telling me that." "I'm embarrassed that I have to be his alibi." He almost whispered the words. "A neighbor said they heard the shot gun blast at nine fifty-five. That would have given Shelby enough time to dress and get over to the apartment." "He was quite drunk." "Or he could have been faking it." "True. He had had sex with someone else before he came to me. His ass was dripping cum when I went to take him. I was quite angry about that." "But you fucked him anyway?" Mac couldn't believe the questions he was asking this pillar of the community. "No...I had him suck me off twice instead. I also punished him quite severely, which he thoroughly enjoyed, and told him that if he was going to avail himself of my generosity his whoring ways were going to stop." "Do you know who he was with?" Standish shook his head that he didn't. He sighed deeply and turned his head and looked deeply into Mac's eyes. "Mac, I think in our own way we are all whores. I love to fuck men. Amongst out group I have had most everyone -- with the exception of Waldo who refuses to bottom -- thank goodness." Standish stepped closer to Mac who didn't move. "To be perfectly honest I detest Liebacker. I think he's a crude Limey that wormed his way in New York society." Mac shook his head that he understood -- he didn't care for Liebacker either. "He tried to proposition me last night, made my skin crawl." Standish smiled and took another step closer to Mac. "I won't lie to you Mac...I am and have been quite attracted to you for quite some time now. I've been biding my time waiting for the right moment to set a meeting with you. I'd even considered going to that gawd awful Philips House to meet you knowing that you'd be more comfortable there. This isn't exactly the moment I had imagined...but I will take it. I saw how hard you got when we met. As crude as this might sound, I'd be more than happy to take care of that for you." Mac wanted to, he really did. Every part of his body was craving to be touched by this very sexy man...but in the end he couldn't. He moved away from Standish and started to the door. In the time it took him to get there he questioned why he turned this man away. Was it because he was on the job and needed to solve the case before he could allow himself any pleasure? Or could it have been that he didn't want to be one of those men that were passed around from man to man and who thought of themselves as a whore? "One last question sir...did you fuck Loren?" "Fuck him? No...I never fucked him...I always made sweet love to him and on occasion he reciprocated. I loved Loren very deeply." "So you could have killed him also." Mac said before opening the terrace door and walked back into the apartment. ************** Mac's Story -- Part II My family was ecstatic when I moved back from New Orleans. Other than the one trip back for my grandfather's funeral three years earlier I hadn't spent any real time with them. I stayed in my old bedroom for the first two weeks while I acclimated to the new job as a homicide detective in the Manhattan. But soon it grew old to be under parental rule again at age thirty, so I found myself a nice one bedroom apartment in Washington Heights. It was close enough to my parents but far enough away that I would have prying eyes constantly looking at me. Spenc told me about The Philip House before I left New Orleans. He knew that I would never pursue a man in New York and T.P.H. would suffice in giving me the sexual satisfaction that I needed. Located outside of Philadelphia on thirty-five acres the twenty-two bedroom estate was owned by Mr. Atticus Philip who had come over from Scotland years earlier bringing with him his family millions and the lack of desire to work. A man hunter in his own right he filled his home with every type of man to care for his over-sexed sexual needs. As time progressed he invited more wealthy men into the fold and soon he was hosting male orgies almost every weekend. It was one of his current lovers that convinced him to turn the house into a weekend retreat for men that wanted to get away and indulge in the company of other men. The outrageous sum of one hundred dollars for a two night stay garnered you a private room and bath, meals, liquor and as many men and as much sex as you wanted. The estate had a dungeon and themed rooms and catered to whatever sexual needs anyone could have. There were very few rules, no underage sex, no blood and everything had to be consensual between partners. When I lived with Spenc I was having sex many times a day, not only with him but other members of the club. After New Orleans and my return to New York I hadn't been with anyone and I was craving the touch of another man. I not only wanted to fuck someone, but I had an overwhelming need to feel my ass filled. It took several months for me to break down and make a reservation. The two hour drive relaxed me enough to ease my fears about being around strangers and by the time I arrived I was sporting a comfortable bulge in my pants and my carnal desires were fully awake. I had barely knocked on the front door when a very naked very flamboyant man swung the door open and welcomed me with open arms. "DARLING!" he yelled in an effeminate sing-song manner, "You must be Mark Parsons." I had opted to drop the Mc from my name hoping for a little anonymity. "I am" I answered stupidly. "Great! I'm Atticus...but you can call me Atti, welcome to my humble home. We have a full house this weekend but you are one of the first to arrive." We walked into the entryway to the house and at first glance it looked like your typical high priced mansion but upon a closer look I saw that the area the appeared to be the foyer was actually a lifelike painting of a grand foyer with a sweeping staircase and marble floors. "I've closed off this area to prying eyes." He said a moment later. This is the only area of the house where people normally wear clothes so to protect everyone's privacy and give the appearance this is a normal entrance I commissioned an artist to paint it. Pretty cool, huh?" I nodded my head that it was. Atticus guided me to the left into a small office where I paid for the weekend and read over the short list of rules. "You will be in the California suite. I've named all the accommodations after states." His continued sing-songy voice was grating on my nerves and I couldn't wait to make my way to my room. "You will have an attendant for the weekend, all of guests have one. You may use them as you wish. We are fully above board here and every one of our boys is over nineteen years old, some may look younger, but we make sure they are of legal age before they serve your needs. You are welcome to fuck any lad that is wearing a collar at any time. Men that are not wearing a collar are normally guests or slaves of the guests and you must ask permission before touching them." I nodded to him. He didn't make a move to get up so I too continued sitting. "Are you are top, bottom or both?" "Both." His eyes lit up but went dull again when I showed no interest whatsoever in him. "Is there a type of man you prefer?" "I like tall men, physically fit, cock size doesn't matter but I do appreciate a thick cock sometimes. I also like red heads...they are a passion of mine." "Oh goody," he exclaimed clapping his hands joyfully, "I have just the boy for you. There aren't many men that like to see red pubes and therefore normally leave him alone." Atticus stood and we exited the office through a different door leading us to the real entryway of the house. "I'll show you to your room and send the boy right to you." * The room was spacious, bigger than my apartment with a private bathroom. The bathroom came with personal items that included shaving cream, razors, toothbrushes and a 2-quart enema bag. I had fond memories of the many enemas I administered to Spenc over the years and how much he loved being forced to hold the most astringent of enemas. I walked back into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed and removed my shoes. When I stood to take my pants off the door to the room opened and a beautiful red headed boy walked into the room. He was everything I could have dreamed about for an attendant for the weekend. He was tall, almost my height with a thick chest full of hair that matched an equally thick patch of red pubic hair that surrounded a fat and above average in length cock. His balls and as I soon found out his ass too were shaved bald. "I am Sean," he said in a masculine Irish accent, "and if I am to your liking I will be your attendant this weekend." He dropped to his knees and waited for me to make the next move. "Well Sean in the sanctity of this room you may call me Mac, my nickname, but in public you will only address me as Sir." Sean nodded. "I see you are naked and I am not. Would you like to remedy that for me?" Instantly he was on his feet and at my side helping me with my clothes. He knew not to rush and took infinite care in making sure that once my clothes were off my suit was hung and my underclothes properly folded. "On the nightstand is a tube of lubricant, please go get it." I moved over to a small writing desk and pulled out the chair, turned it around away from the desk and sat down on it. My cock was hard and Sean was practically drooling. I took the lube from him and squirted some into the palm of my hand before rubbing it over my cock. I was truly afraid that if I had let him touch me I would have shot my load even before feeling his ass around me. "Now I want you to spread your ass cheeks and slide down this pole." He took the two steps towards me until he was standing over my lap and slowly sunk down on me. I loved feeling his resisting ass open to me as he moaned deeply while he sunk further down on me. "That's it boy, keep going...soon you are going to have this lovely cock of mine all the inside of you. I bet no one's filled you like this before." Did it matter if he had ever a bigger cock than mine before? Nope, I just loved the illusion that my cock was the biggest he'd have felt. His ass was gloriously tight and I knew that he hadn't been fucked very much. I loved feeling the softness of his anus surrounding me and the warmth and tightness made me want him even more. All too soon he was fully perched on me, he released his ass cheeks, taking the last little bit of me and drew his arms around my neck. We were at eye level. I could feel his chest hair against mine and his sticky wet cock drooling on my stomach. I licked my tongue over my lips and he imitated what I did over his lips. He was playful...and I liked that. I leaned forward that fraction of an inch and took his bottom lip between my teeth and bit and sucked it gently. Sean ass tightened around me as another uncontrolled moan slipped from his lips. I let it go and our lips met, my tongue pulling his into my mouth. I had missed the intimacy of kissing another man more than anything else. The moans were now mine as I bucked my hips up stoking my cock deeper into him. I sucked his tongue like it was a small cock milking the pleasure of it against mine. Sean just opened his mouth more giving me every centimeter of it he could. Loren Ch. 03 "I like to bite" I panted when the kiss broke off. "Oh please...yes...bite me wherever you want to...I am yours." I looked at him and saw the passion in his eyes. This wasn't part of the script he had been taught to say to please a paying guest, this was raw and real. He wanted it as much as I did. I started at his neck licking and sucking him, gently at first then more pronounced as I clamped my mouth on him below his Adam's apple and using my teeth and mouth bit down and sucked a large patch of his neck in my mouth. Sean was bucking his hips against me and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out too much longer. He was riding my cock furiously as I continued biting and sucking him. "Ahhhhhhh..." I yelled releasing him at the moment my cock exploding deep inside of him. Sean was writhing in ecstasy feeling my still pulsing cock emptying what seemed to be gallons inside of him. Time ceased to exist...there were no seconds...no minutes...or hours - there was just silence until my cock finally stopped throbbing and I was able to open my eyes again. Sean's eyes were sealed shut savoring everything I had given him. His neck was discolored from the love bite prompting my cock to surge one last time. "I want more." I said. He opened his eyes and I could see he too wanted the same. I looked to the bed and he nodded. Slowly he lifted himself off of me but before he was completely free of me I spread his ass cheeks and when the head of my cock popped out of him my juices dripped down and over my cock. I held him there until he was empty. "On the bed on your hands and knees and get ready, I'm going to fuck you...hard." His hole was still gaped open when I got to the bed and I mounted him and just as I promised - I pounded into him. My second orgasm came quickly and I collapsed on top of him mildly satisfied for the first time in months. I rolled over on my back. Sean was curled on in a semi fetal position and was mutely silent. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" I was concerned that he hadn't moved at all since I had come. "I am savoring every moment I just had." He said lifting his head and looking at me. "I have been with men before, but nothing...never...anything like that..." "Good, I'm glad." I said laughing. "Let me ask you something...are you just a bottom?" "No...I've topped before, I just don't think I'm very good at it." "Maybe you haven't had the right man underneath you." "Maybe." He moved over to me and fell into my arms searching my lips out. "What I'd like for you to do," I said between long kisses, "Is have you slide down and use your mouth on my ass, get me nice and open. I like to be fingered. I don't like lube in my ass just a raw ready cock." Sean's tongue was as expert on my ass as it was in my mouth and soon he had two fingers in my tight ass loosening me up for his cock. He knew from my moaning that I was ready and slowly slid his thickness into me. "You are very tight...I don't want to hurt you." He whispered looming over me. "You won't. You feel very good inside of me." I bucked my hips up to meet his enjoying feeling him going deeper into me. "I like having my ass fucked slowly." I reached up and pulled him down to me kissing his lips. He opened his mouth to me but this time I let him suck my tongue into this mouth. He played with my tongue, using just the tip across the length of mine. It was such a sensual feeling I found myself grinding against him, wanting to feel every part of him against me. "Please bite me again." He whispered in my ear, stroking deep inside of me, and then pulling out again. "Please..." I pulled him further up on me and let my mouth graze over his nipples. They were firm and erect and I loved feeling his chest hair against my face. He was taking long deep slow strokes in and out of me. I took his right nipple between my teeth clamping down on it -- not so hard to draw blood, but hard enough for him shove his cock deeply into me and fill the room with his moans. I repeated the same thing on his other nipple. Sean's body was shaking uncontrollable and I knew he was trying to hold back shooting his load. I returned to his right nipple sucking it deeply in my mouth. Sean cradled my head against his chest as I bit down on him and sucked at the same time. He started fucking my ass harder and the more I bit down on him the harder he fucked me. "Yes...yes...yes..." he cried begging for me not to stop until he shoved into me one last time and stilled as I felt him swell up and explode in me. "More...don't stop..." he demanded. My mouth was firmly on him and I knew that not only would I leave him bruised by he would have my teeth marks against his chest. "Oh fuck yes." He moaned shoving into me again and again draining his cock liked it had never been drained before. He fell against me in a heap with his cock still throbbing in me. We fell asleep like that, him on top of me for over an hour before he rose and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a pitcher of ice water, two glasses and a bottle of scotch. "Do you stay me with the entire weekend?" I asked unfamiliar with how the house worked. "If it would please you" he answered almost shyly. I sat up and removed his collar. "I think you'll do and I don't want any other man touching you while you are mine." I said slapping his ass lightly. "I'm starving...what are the plans for dinner." "It's a formal...well formal in that the guests all sit down together...at eight...but I can go raid the kitchen and get you something." I looked over to the clock and saw that it was just past six. "No, I'll wait. I'll just eat you instead." * The weekend didn't disappoint me at all. There was something for everyone and I fucked and sucked for practically the two day full days I was there. Other than Sean, who was the perfect attendant the thing that stood out the most for me happened Saturday evening. We had all retired to the play room after dinner and for the most part our attendants were on their knees between our legs sucking us gently while our dinner settled. I was sure the orgy would start later in the evening and everyone was saving their loads. There was a large round ottoman in the center of the room and one of the more dominant men was giving a demonstration of over the knee spanking which kept all of our cocks hard and us entertained. Atticus had left us after dinner, but with a large boisterous entrance he walked into the room with identical twins, on their hands and knees flanking him. They had leashes attached to their collars, hats with large floppy ears hanging down and paw shaped covers on their hands and feet. Their asses were fitted with dildo's that had hair connected to them, making a tail and every time they moved the tails seemed to wag back and forth. Atticus was taking his man-dogs for a walk. "Gentlemen" he announced in his prissy tone, "My man-dogs are very horny man-dogs and need to breed. I'm looking for volunteers to help my man-dogs breed their seed. At first no one made a move, but then I spied the cocks on the man-dogs and I knew I was going to be bred. Each twin had the thickest cocks I had ever seen in my life. For a brief second the thought of such a fat cock filling me was daunting and I almost back down, but I knew I wanted it too badly. I stood and walked over to Atticus and announced I would. "Oh you dirty little boy," he said to me, "You are going to love being bred." He walked me over to the ottoman and had me get on my hands and knees in the center. He released one of the dogs who crawled up on the ottoman and started sniffing my ass. It was such an odd feeling. He'd sniff and yelp and lick and yelp and even nipped at my ass cheeks a bit as he did his pre-breeding, pre-mounting dance. Men crowded around the ottoman to watch the spectacle unfolding before them. The man-dog licked my ass some more then I felt him rise up into a squat position and start humping my ass. His 'paws' were on my back and for the first time felt the course material on the underside of the gloves, imitating the rough paw of a dog, as he ran his paws over my back getting into a hump position. His concrete hard cock was digging at my ass trying to find my hole. I could feel him getting closer, the thick head was pounding at my entryway and as much as my natural instincts were to keep my hole shut down he was grunting and whining to get in. He kept pushing harder and harder into me, the strength of his thighs flanking either side of my ass kept the pace up until he pushed hard one last time and shoved his cock in one long stroke all the way into me. I screamed as he let out an equally loud howl. I had never been so full in my life. The pain was so erotically hot. He was humping me, pounding into me in short hard strokes that felt like I was being punched deep in my ass with a fist and not a cock -- only it didn't hurt. He kept hitting that deep spot deep inside of me rewarding me with long thick streams of pre-cum. I was being fucked by a man-dog and loving every second of it. He came once and kept humping me, his paws were clawing my back and ass and soon he was nipping my shoulders with his teeth. He was building to a second orgasm and I knew that we were going to come together. I pushed back against him fucking him as he fucked me. He brought his teeth down on my shoulder and bit into me as he shoved into me one last time. I felt him swell deep inside of me as I clamped down around him. He exploded filling my ass with an overflowing load of cum and a moment later I followed suit as my cock exploded with one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced. When his cock had ceased twitching inside of me he ripped himself from me and jumped off the ottoman and back to Atticus's side. I collapsed, spent for the first time first time all weekend. Over the years the twins, Sean and I fucked many times, but it was never anything like that first night. * Sunday afternoon Sean helped me dress and walked me to my car. He didn't care that he was standing outside buck naked. "I want to see you again." I said to him kissing him deeply. "I would like that." "I'll come back the week after next, will you let Atticus know that I want to be with you." "I will." He kissed me again. I stood back and looked at him. He was a beautiful sight with my bite marks covering his body. I reached between his legs and caressed the freshest one, not even ten minutes old, on his inner thigh that was still sore to the touch. "I will be gentler next time." "Oh please, no...I loved every minute of being with you." I kissed him again and palmed a fifty dollar tip in his hand. He tried to push it back to me but I wouldn't allow it. He had earned the money far and square. Sean was my personal attendant for three years until his contract with the house ran out and he decided he didn't want to renew it. Even though it wasn't allowed we met clandestinely on weekends I wasn't at the house and we took several vacations together. The sad truth was he was in love with me and although I enjoyed being with him, like Spenc, I wasn't in love with him, something he could never understand. It didn't really surprise me when Atticus called to let me know that boy had left the house for parts unknown and that he was on the lookout for another attendant to serve my needs. But no one ever did. Loren Ch. 04 Jessie was sitting at the kitchen table in the same place Mac had left when returned to the apartment. Looking around he noticed that kitchen had been cleaned, the lunch dishes put away and a heavenly smell of some type of roast filled his nostrils. "Do you have someplace you can go Jessie? After tonight you won't be able to stay here any longer." He shook his head that he didn't. "I can call Mr. Sedwick and see if he can take you in." Jessie looked forlorn as he shrugged noncommittally. "What about Mr. Liebacker." "No please sir, not him. Mr. Liebacker not nice man." I wanted to tell him I understood how he felt, I didn't care for Liebacker either, but I kept my mouth shut. "When will dinner be ready?" "One hour sir." "Okay, I'm going to make some phone calls. You stay in the kitchen." * Standish had given Mac his card before he left Waldo's. He lifted the receiver from the phone and dialed his number. "Mr. Standish Abbott please, Mark McParson calling." He felt it better to keep the police reference off of his name since he was calling the family residence. Standish came on the line immediately. "You've changed your mind?" he asked almost too eagerly. Mac could tell he was smiling at his little joke. "No...sorry, I haven't. But I do have a situation. It seems that Mr. Blunt has a housekeeper, a Spanish boy named Jessie..." "Yes, I know Jessie.Good boy...knows how to take care of man." A statement that didn't surprise Mac one bit. "The apartment is sealed and he can't stay here and he's got nowhere to go." "Oh the poor thing. He is more than welcome to stay at my brownstone apartment. I've told Shelby to leave and took the key back, even had the locks changed. I'll start looking for a place for him after the funeral. I'm sure there is someone from of group that will take him." 'Thank you sir. May I bring him by in the morning?" "That would be fine. I'll meet you there at say ten?" "Again, I thank you." "Now you owe me one Lieutenant. And I promise I will collect one day." He gave Mac the address of the brownstone and hung up. * Dinner was delicious and Jessie seemed content that he was going to stay at Mr. Abbott's apartment, he liked him. "I will pack my things." He said standing. "Jessie...until the house is unsealed you can't take anything out of here...I'll pack you a small bag with some change of clothes and toiletries but that is all. Once the police release the apartment you can come back and get your things. I will personally make sure that no one touches anything." "Thank you Mr. Mac." Jessie said sadly and started to clear the dishes from the table. It was after midnight. Mac was lying on the sofa relaxing after catching up with Simpson and doing his daily paperwork. They were no closer to an answer. He let out a loud sigh and looked up at the portrait. "It was an interesting day Loren. I met Standish...my, my what a man he is. I admit fully that I was extremely attracted to him - boy was I attracted to him, between you and I he made me very hard. It would have been very easy for me to...well you know. But I didn't. I will persevere until I find out who cut your life so grotesquely short. Want to know what the biggest problem I have right now? The list of men that were in love with outweighs the list of men that might have wanted you dead. There are only two men that could go either way...Shelby and Liebacker...and they both have plausible alibis." Mac let out another sigh and closed his eyes briefly. Movement around him forced his eyes back open. He sat up and saw Jessie standing naked in front of him. "I hear you talk to Mr. Loren and I want to make you feel better." He said in a low sad voice. "No Jessie, I can't. I'm a police officer, I can't be with you." "I no tell...I promise. I need to be with someone and you need to be with someone." He knelt between Mac legs and looked at him with his large brown eyes. "Please Mr. Mac. Tomorrow I leave here and I never see Mr. Loren again. Let him watch us together tonight. It will make him very happy." They looked up at the portrait, at a smiling Loren looking down on them and shaking his head once Mac said yes. ********** Mac -- A Night with Jessie Jessie took my hand and led me to the bathroom where he started the shower and then turned to me and slowly and removed my clothes. When I was naked we stepped into the shower and for a long moment I just let the water run over me. Jessie had me rest my hands against the shower wall while he soaped up a wash cloth and meticulously washed every part of my body. Neither of us spoke as he dedicated himself to cleaning and making me relax. When we were done he wrapped me in a large towel and we returned to the living room. "You sit and I make you cum first with my mouth. It will relax you and make you feel real good." He said. I couldn't help but smile that this little bottom was running the whole show. I reached my hand out and tenderly ran it down his cheek. There was something so simple and uncomplicated to having this wonderful little man sitting between my legs. Jessie kissed the palm of my hand and looked at me before he took me in his hands. His small hands seemed dwarfed by my cock. "You nice and big, I like big. I swallow you down my throat -- it be good. I promise." He licked his tongue over the head of my cock. I inhaled deeply and laid my head back on the couch letting him have his way with me. I was silent as he used the flat of his tongue up one side and down the other of my rock hard shaft. His hands kneaded my balls gently and as I grew more relaxed he worked two fingers in me until he found my special spot and started a gentle massage making me to moan involuntarily. This boy knew how to please a man and for a brief second I realized why Standish happily agreed to take him. Jessie brought me to orgasm quickly and as promised he took my entire length deep in his throat as I bucked my hips off the sofa and came with a force that once again I hadn't expected. Whether it was the sexual tension from the kiss I had shared with Standish earlier or the fact that I hadn't been with a man for close to two months, my body had been yearning for release and Jessie's mouth was giving me exactly what I needed. "You cum good." He announced licking and smacking his lips together. "You taste sweet too! You rest a moment and I make you cum again. Then you sleep." He left the room for a few minutes then returned and had me lie down on the sofa. He stood on the sofa, planting his feet on either side of me and slowly lowering himself onto me. He had lubed his ass and there was very little resistance as I slipped easily into his tight little hole. He looked up at the portrait of Loren and smiled letting himself sink the rest of the way onto me. "You fill me so good...just like Mr. Loren did." He said in a melancholy tone. "Now I make you feel very very good." Jessie placed his hands on my chest and began rising and falling on my cock. Each time I felt him stroke deep into me he tightened his anal muscles and released them when he glided up until my cock head was at his anal ring. I reached forward and wrapped my large hands around his waist and started moving him faster on me. He took my lead and soon he was rocking himself on my cock at a brisk pace. This little man knew how to fuck and I suspected that the man looking down on us taught him exactly how to please him. I reached up and pinched his nipples between my fingers. He let out a loud groan and tightened around my cock. "Yes...more..." he cried grabbing my hands to his chest. He was bouncing on my cock rocking forcefully in and out of him. I twisted his nipples hard and was treated to a chest full of his cum as his cock erupted unexpectedly sending him into a frenzy. He wanted me to cum and was grinding his ass hard on me. I let out a loud groan, arched my back and came hard in him. He slammed himself down tightly against me and began rocking his hips back and forth furiously milking every drop of cum out of me. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed control. I pulled him into my arms and flipped him over underneath me. He spread his legs out and wrapped them around my waist as I pounded in and out of his ass. I didn't want to mark him, knowing that he was going to another man, but the need to bite him was too strong. I leaned into him and planted my mouth right under his ear and sucked hard. Jessie screamed loudly pulling me tighter to him. His cock exploded a second time sending a vibration all the way to his ass as he continued shooting his load. I felt every pulse of his orgasm as I continued to slam into him. My cock was swelling and I was going to come, I sucked harder, biting down on him and shoved my cock deeper into him at the same moment I shot my load. Tears stained Jessie cheeks as he cried for the man he loved and I held him to me letting him sob in my arms. I had one of the best night's sleep I had had in a long time with Jessie cradled in my arms. It didn't matter that the sofa was too small. It was just right for the two us to share the closeness and comfort we both needed. ************ Mac woke up to the smell of fresh coffee. He stood and stretched his body which miraculously felt well rest even for having slept on the sofa. Naked he padded into the kitchen to find Jessie who was also naked, setting the table for breakfast. He walked over to Jessie and pulled him into his arms hugging him tightly. "Thank you" he whispered kissing the top of his head. Jessie seemed to blush slightly before pulling away from Mac. "You good man Mr. Mac. I hope that I see you again after today." "I would like to see you again...but you understand...when you go to Mr. Abbott's he might want to keep you as his. He will treat you very well Jessie." "I know Mr. Mac. He be good man." "I want you to take my phone number. If you ever need anything you can call me. I promise to always be there for you." "Thank you sir...I will remember that." Mac looked at the mark he had left on Jessie's neck. The fresh bite mark was still bright purple, evidence that he had been with someone recently. "Did Mr. Loren ever bite you Jessie?" He shook his head that he did. "But never as good as you do." Jessie touched his small hand to the bite mark and smiled, his cock instantly went hard. "I need for you to tell a little lie if Mr. Abbott asks you about the mark. You can't let him know that I did that. You can't let anyone know that we were together. It would be a very bad thing." "I promise I won't. I tell Mr. Abbott that while you were out yesterday Mr. Wallace come to apartment and use me." "Mr. Wallace? Loren's boss?" "Yes...he come here a couple times and let Mr. Loren let Mr. Wallace use me. Mr. Loren like to watch men use me. I like Mr. Loren to watch me too" Jessie said blushing deeply. "It always make Mr. Loren hard when men use me." "Did Mr. Wallace and Mr. Loren have sex together?" Jessie shook his head that they did. It didn't dawn on Mac until that moment that Jessie knew all the secrets that were within the walls. "Mr. Wallace isn't a part of the group?" "No...he know nothing about the group. Mr. Loren, Mr. Wallace and Mr. Dan they come here sometimes and play together. They go to the dark place." "The dungeon?" Jessie shook his head. "Mr. Loren he no like me in there. He not want me to feel too much pain. But Mr. Dan he like much pain. Mr. Shelby too. They both like to scream and scream and scream. Mr. Wallace like to hurt men, he hit me every time he take me. He spank my bottom and sometimes he like to slap my face. He the only man that make me cry when he hit me." Mac looked at his watch, it was seven forty-five. It was too early for Simpson to be at the precinct. "Come here Jessie." He crawled into Mac's lap who held him close to him. "I really want you one more time before we go to Mr. Abbott's." Mac said kissing Jessie's lips lightly. "Yes, I want you too." He said smiling. Mac made sure that after they had finished Jessie cleaned himself properly so as not to leave any evidence. * They drove to Standish's brownstone in relative silence. Mac slipped his phone number to his apartment and to the station in the overnight bag he had packed for Jessie. "You call me if you need anything. I will check in with Mr. Abbott and make sure you are doing well. If he places you someplace where you aren't happy you call me and I will come and get you. I don't want anyone to ever be mean to you Jessie, you are a very special person and from now on I will be responsible for you" "Thank you sir. Thank you for everything. You are very special man also." Standish was waiting for them in the apartment. They shook hands and Jessie shyly thanked him for giving him a place to live. Knowing his place he silently slipped from the room and headed to the bedroom leaving Standish and Mac alone. "He's a good man." Mac said to Standish. "He loved Loren very much." "Did you bite him?" Standish asked not in an angry tone, almost more of a jealous manner. "No sir, I did not." He said with as much conviction as he could muster. He felt guilty for having to lie, especially to Standish. "When I got back to the apartment yesterday he told me that William Wallace had come to the apartment..." Mac let his voice drift not wanting to go into details. "Yes. Loren was infamous for letting people use him. I will take good care of him...and I'm not cruel. The most he'll get from me is an occasional spanking." Mac allowed himself a quick second to see the image of little Jessie lying over Standish's lap and smiled as his cock gave a silent twitch of approval. Standish appeared distant, not like the man he had met yesterday. "I decided last night to keep Jessie here with me. He will be a good companion for me. I'm slowing down. I can't take the likes of the Shelby Cantrell's of the world any longer. I just need someone to tend to my cock that's all." "I'm sure he will be good to you and for you sir." "Thank you Mac. But just to let you know it doesn't diminish the desire I have for you one iota, anytime you are ready I'm here for you. I don't think I need to repeat how much I desire you." Standish stepped close to Mac and drew his hand to the back of Mac's head pulling his mouth to his. Mac didn't fight the kiss. At that exact moment he wanted it just as much as Standish did. Standish sucked Mac's tongue into his mouth letting it dance against him. Pressing his body against Mac's, Standish rubbed his crotch against this man that he wanted so badly. A slight moan from Standish brought Mac back to his senses and he pulled away. "No...this isn't right...not like this, not right now." He whispered his mouth still close to Standish's. "I know...but you can't blame me for trying." Standish took Mac's hand letting it graze lightly over the erection that had grown in his pants. "This is what you are missing out on." Mac's fingers traced lightly against the fabric that covered the hardness that hung low on Standish's leg. "It stays hard for hours and even at my age I can give my lover a bucket full of cum..." Mac's breath hitched at Standish's words. "Oh please..." he begged, "we have to stop. We can't do this." He was pleading out loud but to himself that they had to stop. He was losing his composure and needed to get it back. Breaking away he stepped back away from Standish. "Be good to Jessie..." was all he said as he turned and walked out of the apartment. * Mac sat in his car for a long time getting himself back together. All of his life he had kept his personal life separate from his work life but in the last few days the two were intertwining together in a way he had never imagined they could. He had always been able to control his desires for men but looking up at the window to the brownstone apartment he was overcome with wanting to get out of his car and have Standish Abbott make love to him. How could it be that he had an emotional connection with a man that was dead, found that he was caring deeply for a loving and needy little Spanish boy and wanted more than anything in this world to feel his naked body pressed against Standish Abbott's naked body. "Come on Mac...get your shit together." He said talking out loud to himself. He started the car and headed to the precinct. It was Sunday and therefore quiet at the station. Mac ran through the hundred of messages that littered his desk. Simpson arrived twenty minutes after Mac and they sat for a long time reviewing their findings. "I have someone I need for you to interview." Mac said. "Okay." Simpson said hesitantly, knowing that it was going to be another name he didn't want hear. "Mr. William Wallace." "Wallace?" Simpson asked incredulously without saying the two words he was thinking -- 'him too'. "Yep, I interviewed the housekeeper and he told me Wallace was an occasional guest at the apartment. He was quite the disciplinarian too, like to inflict pain." "Geez, these men sure lead an odd lifestyle. Do you know that the corner found hair evidence that the deceased had been with at least three different men. They found a reddish-blonde. I'm guessing that was Cantrell's, a dark brown one..." "That most likely would be the housekeeper. He kept company with Mr. Blunt as well." "Oh fuck...don't these men have any morals?" Simpson shook his head but went on. "The last hair sample they gathered was pure white. Any ideas?" Mac shook his head the he didn't, when in reality all he could think about was Standish. "Liebacker is salt and pepper, it could be his. I haven't met Wallace yet, so I don't know what color hair he has. Why don't you work on getting an interview with him? I'm going to head over to the apartment. I'm finishing up there today and will release it to Sedwick tomorrow." "I think Cantrell did it." Simpson said not missing a beat. "Me too." Mac admitted for the first time. "He's the only one with a solid motive." "Why don't we bring him in and sweat him." "No...I'm not ready for that yet. I need to build a stronger case first. Let's see what Wallace says. Call me after you interview him." "Yes boss." * The rain was coming down in buckets when Mac left the station. By the time he made his way back to Loren's apartment, parked the car and run to the front door he was soaked. Shaking the water off him in the hallway, Mac hung his hat up and took his thoroughly soaked jacket off but kept his shoulder holster on after checking that his gun was cocked and ready. Mac looked over at the fireplace letting his eyes drift up to the portrait of Loren. A smile touched his lips. He found himself missing him when he wasn't in the apartment and oddly comforted by the portrait when he returned, which he knew in his own way was quite disturbing. "How about a little fire Loren? Take the chill out of the air -- add some romance to this empty apartment." The apartment felt oddly empty without Jessie there. Mac hadn't realized how close he had gotten to him until he wasn't there anymore. He knew that Standish would make sure he was taken care of and Mac didn't need to worry about that, but there was still a part of him that liked having him around. Mac made his way to the kitchen and after routing through the fridge made a sandwich from the leftover roast. Instead of eating by himself at the kitchen table he took it over to the writing desk, after pouring himself a scotch, to finish going through the stacks of papers that were now littered across the top. The mail from the day before had produced more love letters. One of the letters was from Shelby apologizing profusely for his transgressions and begging Loren's forgiveness. There was another letter from a mystery suitor. The paper the letter was written on was a fine linen weave and by the bleed through of the ink Mac could tell it was written with a fountain pen. Sitting back in his chair Mac read the letter. Loren Ch. 04 'My dearest love, Time has not changed my undying love for you or the pain I continually feel at your reluctance to return to me. I can't sleep anymore because all I do is think of you. Food, the thing that brought us together in the first place, holds no meaning without you to enjoy it with. Most of all my dear sweet Loren the other men I have brought to my bed can't hold a candle to what you make me feel when you touch me. I will do anything to have you back in my life again. I will even let you do the things I wouldn't do in the past. I will do anything for you my love, just let me back in. Please Loren. I implore you to come back to me.' The letter wasn't signed. Mac placed it in the stack with the other letters from the same person. There were dozens of them, all beseeching Loren to come back to him. Mac knew from the tonality of the letters that the author was desperate...and could eventually resort to violence if Loren stayed away too much longer. He suspected that he knew who they were from, but also didn't want to jump to conclusions. Knowing that the letters didn't come from Shelby was the only thing holding Mac back from arresting him. Shelby might have been nervous about losing his bank but he was quite a resourceful man that always found his way. Plus Mac felt that in Shelby's unconventional way he genuinely cared for Loren. If he were to have killed his lover he wouldn't have desecrated the body the way it had been. No, the man that killed Loren had so much hatred within him that he wanted to wipe the image of Loren Blunt away forever. He wanted the world to know that he was the last one to see him alive and that no one would ever look on the man he loved so much ever again -- even in death. Sipping his scotch slowly, Mac took a piece of paper from the desk and started writing names. Waldo Liebacker Standish Abbott Lancaster Dorey Sam Sedwick William Wallace Dan Redvern Jessie Alvarez ???????? He finished by writing a series of question marks wondering if they had been totally off and if there was someone else they didn't know about. Reaching for the phone he dialed the phone number at the brownstone apartment knowing that Standish would still be there. Standish answered on the second ring with a groggy from sleep tone. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you." Mac said. "You could never disturb me Mac. Jessie and I were just having a restful nap after having outstanding sex. He's so nice to snuggle up to on a rainy day like today. Right now he's stroking my cock ever so gently letting me know that whenever I'm ready he's ready for me again. Other then having you in my bed life couldn't get any better than this." Mac felt a pang of jealousy course through his body not knowing which made him more jealous -- Standish having Jessie or Jessie having Standish. He decided the best thing would be to change the subject quickly. "How much do you know about William Wallace?" "Loren's boss? I met him on a few social gathering at Loren's place." "He's not part of your group?" "Wallace? No...not at all. I was quite surprised when you mentioned his name this morning. I didn't even know he dipped that way. He's always had an attractive woman at his side whenever I saw him." Mac could tell Standish was surprised by the newest revelation. "Would you ask Jessie if there was anyone else that visited Loren that wasn't a part of your group please." "Of course I will. I will call you back after I speak with him." Mac hung the phone up only to have it ring a second later. He picked it up after a half ring. "Yeah." "William Wallace is dead." Simpson announced. "WHAT?" Mac yelled into the phone. Loren Ch. 05 "He killed himself Mac. We couldn't reach him at home so we went to the office. Found him dead at his desk. Swallowed a bullet...and Mac there was a note. Short and to the point, 'I DID IT', neatly typed next to the body." Mac didn't believe it for a minute. "Describe the scene to me." Simpson went through everything they found. "The gunshot wound was through the mouth up into his brain. No sign of an exit wound. His fingers were still wrapped around the gun, a 38." "What position was the body in?" "Forward on the desk. The note has his blood on it." "He didn't kill himself." "Mac." Simpson said calmly as he still stood over the dead body. "I'm standing here looking at the man. He's dead. The guard at the front told us no one has come in or out all day..." "Sit in a chair, take your gun out and pretend you are offing yourself just the way he did. Try and angle the gun in the exact same position he did. Tell me what you feel." There was silence on the phone until Simpson picked it back up again. "I would have fallen backwards from the angle of my head and the force of the bullet...and the kickback from the gun would have cause me to drop it." Simpson was dead quiet as he thought this newest revelation through. "There is either a glass of liquor on the desk which I'm sure is spiked or you are going to find he was knocked unconscious before the murderer fed him the bullet." "There is a drink on the desk, I'll have it checked out...fuck Mac...this is getting bad. Maybe it wasn't a jealous lover, maybe it had something to do with the business." Simpson was always in awe how Mac could logically think through a murder scene and know immediately cause and effect. The fact that he was across town and didn't even see the body impressed him even more. "No...it was jealous lover. Someone killed Wallace and left the note for two reasons; one was to make us think he did it figuring that we'd jump at the opportunity to close the case because of the circumstances and the other was because we are getting too close to him and he needed the attention off himself." "Yeah, I guess you're right." "Lock and seal the office. No one goes in or out until the case is closed. Post a police officer outside the door." "Yes boss." "It's Sunday, go have Sunday dinner with your family. I'll be here tonight." Mac hung the phone up only to have it ring again. "I spoke with Jessie." Standish said without the formality of saying hello. His voice was low and filled with sexual desire and Mac knew that was directed at him. "He said that in the past year the only person in the apartment that wasn't a part of our group was Cecil George." "THE Cecil George, the king of Wall Street, the 'I've got all the money in the world'?" "Yeah him. Good looking SOB but he's a sadistic fucker. He came on the scene a few years back. He's been trying to worm his way into our circle for a couple of years but no one likes him and everyone is afraid of him. He has a live-in slave -- name's Dolan. Dolan is his manservant and fuck toy, but can't take the pain that Cecil likes to dish out so he's constantly on the prowl for men to torture." "How did they meet?" "Mac we are all rich influential men and we all run in the same circles. My wife knows his wife,that type of thing. I imagine that they met at a gala or a fund raising event. He's a lot like Waldo he's a staunch top that wouldn't even consider being a bottom at all -- won't even suck cock and has an ego bigger than New York. He thinks his cock is an instrument to be worshiped and anyone that touches it will instantly fall for him. He likes to inflict pain, lots and lots of pain." "Loren liked pain?" "Loren liked everything -- and I do mean everything but more than that Shelby loves pain. I mean he really gets into it. I don't know if Shelby had been Cecil or not, but if he was he would have loved him. As far as Loren, there wasn't anything he wouldn't try or do. Jessie said that they were only together a few times, and each time he left Loren was sore for days. I can also tell you that Cecil couldn't have done this...I know that for a fact. This time it's the truth - Cecil has been out of the country for the past month. He's been in England on behalf of the government working on getting aid to rebuild after the war." Mac contemplated Standish's thoughts on Cecil George. Mac also knew that he needed to let Standish know about William Wallace. "After I left you this morning did you speak with anyone?" "Other than Jessie...no." "You are most likely going to hear about soon enough. William Wallace is dead." There was silence on the phone as Standish absorbed Mac's words. "What happened?" Standish asked in a morose tone. "Someone killed him, tried to make it look like a suicide. Left a note saying 'I did it' at the scene. But we've already blown the lid off that." "Oh Mac, this is getting serious." "Yes, I know. Standish I don't want to invade the privacy of the group, but is there anyone else in the group that might have it out for Loren or might feel he has a lot to lose if his secrets came to light?" There was a long silence. "I can speak honestly about the group without giving you any names." He finally said. Cappy knows everyone in the group and if you feel you need to talk to anyone I think it would be best that Cappy did that." "I understand." "Back when the group formed, we decided we wanted to keep it small so we restricted it to twenty men. Waldo, Sam, Loren, Lancaster, Cappy and I are six of the names you know. There are two politicians, they spend a great deal of their time in Washington but manage a weekend here and there. There is another judge, on the state level, three well known attorneys, a museum curator, two members of the arts and the other five men are just very rich powerful businessmen. As I explained to you yesterday we have all had each other, in one way or another, plus when we are together we are allowed to bring a date to any of our get-togethers if we are so inclined. I would say that of those twenty men at least two of them saw Loren outside of gatherings but to the best of my knowledge none of them had any emotional attachment to him." "But you did?" "I had a very special relationship with Loren that went beyond the sex we shared. I was his confidant, he was mine. Mac, when Waldo called and told me about Loren I cried for the first time in my life. I actually couldn't imagine how I could go on without him in my life anymore." "When you heard he was murdered who did you first think might have done it." "Waldo" he said slowly and precisely, "only because I was with Shelby that night." It didn't surprise Mac one bit to hear him say that. "Stan, I want you and Jessie to be especially careful." Mac was truly concerned that whoever was doing this knew they had nothing to lose and would strike out at anyone and everyone they could. "I can arrange for police protection if you'd like." "No...I don't need someone getting in my business. I will be careful. We can go to my hunting lodge in upstate New York. My wife will think nothing of me going there for a few days." "Can you tell your wife you are going someplace other than the lodge?" "Mac...you are scaring me." "I have to keep you and Jessie safe." It was a heartfelt plea on Mac's part and he meant every word. "Yes, I'll tell her I'm going to Washington for business for the next week. I'll send my valet Leonard down there to check into the hotel. He can get messages to me. I trust him explicitly." "Good. Do you have a phone at the lodge?" "Of course." "I want you to call me when you get there. I'm worried that whoever this is will be after Jessie also. He knows too much about Loren's life that they might feel they need to get him." "I will protect him Mac, I promise. You take care of yourself also. You appear to be getting close to who did this and they are getting scared." "I am careful, plus I have a gun." ************ Mac poured a half glass of scotch and sat down in the chair closest to the fireplace. He toasted Loren and took a slug leaving a fair amount still in the glass. The loudly ticking grandfather clock distracted him for a moment and he noticed it was getting ready to start its nine o'clock chiming. Loren had been dead for nearly forty-eight hours and he was no closer to finding his killer. He closed his eyes and went through his list of suspects again, going over every part of their life that he knew about... * A key slipping into the front door startled Mac awake a few minutes later. It was dark in the apartment except for the glowing embers from the fireplace and a lone small light at Loren's writing desk. Silently Mac put the glass of scotch down and moved into the shadows. A light clicked on in the entryway. Mac heard rustling around, the hallway closet opening then closing then footsteps into the living room. "Jessie" an unfamiliar voice called out and then again. "Jessie, come on I'm cold." Mac stepped from the shadows with his gun drawn. A light crossed over the man standing before him. Mac let out a loud gasp and went pale. It was Loren Blunt. "Who are you...what are you doing in my apartment." He demanded to know in an authoritative voice not at all fazed by the gun Mac had pointing at him. "Mr. Blunt...I...I...." he lowered his gun trying to retain his composure while he pulled his badge from his pocket and flashed it at Loren. "Police sir." "Why are you here?" Loren sang out angrily then stopped and panicked. "Jessie? Where's Jessie." He cried out. Somehow Mac was able to mumble that Jessie was fine but he was practically stunned into silence. How could he not know? It was been the top story on the news since Saturday morning. "There was a murder here Friday night Mr. Blunt...and everyone thought it was you." Mac retorted monotone by Loren's reincarnation. "WHAT?" It was now Loren's turn to be stunned. He stumbled back to the sofa falling on it in a heap. "I don't understand, how could they think I was dead?" Mac walked over to the sidebar and grabbed the bottle of scotch and another crystal tumbler and walked over to him. Loren held the glass while Mac poured out a solid three fingers worth but Loren clicked the glass to the bottle letting him know he wanted more. "The murder...it was violently grotesque. When the police got here they found the victim, who we thought was you, with his face blown off. The hair color, build, height, even the weight of the victim was so close to yours that we just assumed it was you." It was Loren's turn to gasp. "Oh No!" He exclaimed gulping a mouthful of scotch. "Who was it Mr. Blunt?" "It had to be Dan Redvern. We looked so much alike, people used to joke about it. From the back no one could tell us apart. He had come home with me from the office. I was going away so I offered him my ticket to the gala. He was going to borrow a tuxedo." Loren spoke in fragmented syllables still in shock by what had happened. Mac knew that he had no idea what had happened in his apartment. He stopped suddenly shook his head as if he couldn't believe it had really happened and took did a 360 changing the subject away from the murder. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch you name." "Mark McParson." Mac was suddenly embarrassed that he hadn't introduced himself. "Oh...so you are the famous Detective everyone in our little group speaks about?" Loren looked at Mac letting his eyes run over the full length of his body. "You are the talk of our social group. I think Standish has a puppy crush on you." Mac couldn't help but smirk. "I've come to find that out. Apparently your group of friends has held me in reserve if they ever needed someone like me to investigate a murder within in your group. They needed to know that their secrets are safe." Mac realized that was why Loren needed to know how much he could say. "And are they Detective?" "Mac, please...and yes I have been able to preserve some of the secrets of the group. Unfortunately the dead body that everyone thought was you gave away some of your secrets." "I don't hide my homosexuality Detective. I am who I am and I won't let the conservative bastards dictate to me how I will live my life." "I envy you sir." "Yes, most people do." Loren looked at Mac and become conscious how contrite his words sounded and decided another change of topic was in order. "What other secrets have come out?" "Everything is still between my partner and me and I suspect the Chief. Nothing has been leaked to the press or put into a police report. My partner, Detective Simpson, knows about you, Mr. Liebacker, Shelby Cantrell, Lancaster Dorey and Jessie...oh and now Mr. Wallace." "Bill? What does Bill have to do with this?" Mac got up and started pacing around the room. He had been the one having to answer all the questions and yet Loren needed to start answering Mac's questions. "I think I'll ask the questions now." Mac tried to say as authoritatively as possible. "Oh yes sir." Loren answered back to him letting his words drip with sarcasm, something Mac didn't appreciate. Too many people were at risk because of Loren Blunt. "Did you have sex with Mr. Redvern Friday afternoon?" "I cannot tell a lie...I did." He said smiling. "And it was unusually good too." He added in a whispered tone. "Mr. Blunt...I don't think you understand the gravity of what has happened. A person is dead and you...well you appear to be treating it like a joke." Loren realized he had gone too far and nodded an apology to Mac. "Was Mr. Wallace here with you?" "Bill? Why do you keep asking me about Bill?" Mac didn't answer him. Loren just shrugged and continued on. "Bill was going to stop by pick up some artwork I had been working on. I left it outside the door for him." "Did he have a key to get in?" "No. No one has a key to here except for Jessie and my Uncle." "Shelby Cantrell didn't?" "No. I had considered giving him a key...but I didn't." "What about Waldo Liebacker." Loren sneered and rolled his eyes. "He's the last person I'd let have a key. Waldo and I were finished." "Mr. Liebacker intimates differently." "Waldo is in love with me. He will say anything to convince people that don't know our history that we are still madly in love." "The coroner said the evidence shows...um...well it shows that the deceased had sexual relations with at least three people the day he died. You have already told me that you were one of them that accounts for the dark brown hair. There was a reddish blonde hair that I suspect belongs to Mr. Cantrell. The third one was someone with white or grey hair...would you have any idea who that could have been?" Loren was shocked that Redvern had been with three men. He knew he had fucked him in the afternoon before he left. Redvern had promised Loren that he would stop seeing Shelby and to seal the deal he offered himself to Loren. "Dan told me that he wouldn't see Shelby any more. He promised me." Loren said sadly. "I should have known better. As for the other person...it could have been Bill, he had grey hair and I know he was stopping by." "The doorman said that no one came up to your apartment that day. He didn't even remember seeing you." "Detective I might be open about being a homosexual but I don't flaunt it. It's okay that they know I fuck men. They don't need to know who specifically. I have my 'friends' come in the back way, bypassing the doorman, as I do too. It's none of their business my comings and goings." Loren sipped his scotch and waited for more questions. Mac walked over and poured him some more filling his glass half way. He took the opportunity to see the man that was now alive. He was stunningly handsome, even more so than the portrait and Mac found his heart beating harder the closer he got to him. His dark brown hair and crystal blue eyes were set against flawless skin and a smile that could light up a room. Mac appreciated good looking men like some people appreciated artwork. The moment he laid his eyes on the now alive Loren Blunt he knew he would not be able to stop the emotions he was feeling towards this man. "I regret to have to tell you this Mr. Blunt, but you will know this soon enough...Mr. Wallace is dead. He was murdered yesterday." "No!" Loren wailed covering his face with his hands crying over the death of his friend, his mentor and a lover. "Why? Why was he murdered?" Tears streamed openly down his face. The raw reality of what was happening was slapping him hard across his face. "I suspect we were getting to close to the person that killed you...er...Mr. Redvern. He tried to make it look like Mr. Wallace committed suicide and put a note that read 'I did it' at his side." "Jessie told me that Mr. Wallace would come over here on occasion...that you would let him use Jessie." "It's not like that Detective." Loren said composing himself and walked over the fireplace stoking the dying embers. He grabbed another log and put it in and remained there crouching down to catch the warmth of the fire. "Jessie loves sex. He loves to please men. He likes to be used...." there was a pause and Loren looked around. "Where is he by the way?" "We thought you were dead sir, he couldn't stay here this is a crime scene. Standish Abbott took him in. Today when we found out Mr. Wallace was murdered I recommended that they get out of town for a few days. Jessie knows all your secrets and I was afraid they would come after him next." "Oh thank goodness...thank you Detective, I couldn't have lived with myself if anything ever happened to Jessie." Tears pooled in his eyes again. "He loves you very much." Mac said in a low voice like he was afraid someone would overhear them. "And I care very deeply for him, that other kind of love. He's a part of my life and I wouldn't want to live without him." "I understand fully what you are saying." Mac thought about how much he cared about Spenc and Sean. He wasn't in love with them, that ever-after love, but he loved them and was enriched by being with them and knowing them. "Mr. Abbott promised to take good care of him." Mac added as an afterthought. "I know he will. Thank you again for doing that. I am in your debt." "To be honest...he tugged at my heart strings a little." Mac said smiling. "Jessie has the purest heart of anyone I know. I'm glad you got to know him, I am blessed every day that he is in my life." Loren stood and excused himself. He was only gone for a few minutes but when he returned his face was washed and he had changed his clothes. He handed Mac a cardigan to put on to fight the chilly night air. 'Thanks" Mac said slipping it on. "Did you use the bed?" "No sir, that's how we found it." "Hmmm...I guess that Dan used it." "You didn't have sex with him in the bed?" "No...I don't fuck men like Dan Redvern in my bed. I only take men I care about to my bed. Jessie sleeps with me when I'm alone, most recently Shelby shared my bed. When I'm having...let's just say...meaningless...sex I use another room." "Your dungeon." "You found that too?" "It's my job sir. But it was only me and no one knows about it." "Thank you for that. Being homosexual is one thing. I don't need to be labeled a deviant as well." Loren was antsy pacing around the room. "It really is a slap in the face that Dan slept with Shelby in my bed -- and I'm sure it was Shelby's doing. It just confirms the decision I made over the weekend." "I was about to ask you about your weekend. Could you give me a detailed timeline of what you did please?" Of course Detective, I will be more than happy to answer any questions you have." He sat down on the sofa again and poured himself another glass of scotch... *********** Loren Ch. 05 Loren's story I was tired of Shelby and all of his lies. I was paying his way and expected him to show enough respect not to cheat on me right under my nose. I had no problem with him having sex with other people when we were in our group setting, I mean I was screwing other men also, but to take someone like Dan Redvern out on a date, using money I gave him to pay for the date, that was just taking things too far. The worst part of the whole thing was that Waldo was right all along and that irked me more than anything. Fucking Waldo, always butting into my life, why couldn't he just leave me alone? We had a long term affair and it ended, why couldn't he just leave things be? Instead what does he do? He hires a fucking private investigator, probably the same one he used when he suspected I was stepping out on him, which in fact I was. Lancaster was just too good to pass up. I wasn't even thirty years old, hadn't even reached my sexual peak and I was strapped with fucking Waldo Liebacker and his 'Tuesday night we eat at Umberto's, Thursday we eat at Delmonico's and the weekend -- Holy Fuck I had to listen to his inane ramblings and fucking opera every weekend for five years. I was almost willing to go straight to get away from him. Then Lancaster showed up at one of our group parties. Waldo was always reticent about me being with anyone else he preferred I watch him fuck whoever he chose. Lancaster shed his clothes and there between his legs was this beautiful fat cock and I wanted him. I watched man after man, including Waldo, fuck him that night and all I could think about was him shoving his cock in my ass. I admit that Waldo was a fantastic top and knew how to bring ultimate pleasure to the bottom underneath him, but the time for me to move on from Waldo had arrived and Lancaster was as good as anyone to use to make the break. But I digress. Waldo hired a PI to follow Shelby and what does he find? Shelby pawning the jewelry and the gold watch I gave him to buy expensive gifts for Dan Redvern. It didn't even dawn on me to ask Shelby what happened to the watch I gave him. Who would have thought that he would have been so crass as to sell a piece of jewelry that I took the time to have engraved professing my desires for him? I just couldn't understand why Shelby would want a cheap hustler like Dan Redvern when he had a guaranteed paycheck with me. I'd had Dan before, he was okay - he just wasn't anything special. Dan was a bottom and for the most part so was Shelby and he didn't have the bank account I did, what could he want with someone like that? I needed to get away to think. Things hadn't been great between Shelby and me for months. At work he wasn't doing well, he wasn't making his sales quotas and Bill Wallace wanted him gone. He felt Shelby was distracting me too much and not only bringing the agency down but me also. In addition Shelby had also begun pushing me to let him move in. I wasn't ready for that type of commitment. I didn't mind him spending a couple nights a week at the apartment or me with him at Sam's house but that was all. I knew why he wanted to move in. Mainly he didn't like living with my uncle. Sam liked to surround himself with pretty little boys, all of consenting age mind you -- as much as Sam liked them to be young looking he would never have considered touching anyone that didn't consent or that was underage, he was quite meticulous about making sure that anyone he touched filled both criteria. So he loved his nineteen and twenty year old men to look young, to each their own. So he loved to dress them in little girlie underwear and have them prance around the house like that- who cares, he wasn't hurting anyone. Shelby with all his southern genteel ways found it distasteful. He didn't like prissy little men. On more than one occasion I had to go over there and break up shouting matches between Sam and Shelby. Shelby always wanted to show Sam what a real man could make him feel. What he didn't understand was that each time he picked a fight with Sam he was burning his bridges just a little more -- and on both ends because not only was Sam getting ready to kick his ass out, I was also getting tired of his worthless ways. I also began to think that Shelby figured if we were living together he would be able to continue with his outrageous spending habits. Sex, that's what all this was about. Shelby was a great lover and knew how to prostitute himself to get what he wanted. Every time I tried to curtail his spending habits he would cut me off sexually until I let him get the suit he wanted or the shoes that he couldn't live without. I hated to admit to myself that I was addicted to him and just wasn't ready to give him up...well not until I found out about Dan. That was the proverbial straw that broke the camels' back. Shelby pleaded with me not to break off our relationship and I couldn't think around him. Sam volunteered the house in Connecticut. It was quiet and I could be alone. The best part was that Shelby had never been there before and couldn't follow me. I told Shelby on Friday morning I was going away. He begged me to stay and talk things out with him. I simply refused. I was in my office, gathering some paperwork together in case I felt like working over the weekend when I came across my ticket to the gala. I debated whether to give my ticket to Shelby but at that exact moment Dan Redvern walked into my office. What better way to get back at Shelby then to let Dan go to the gala and get wooed by all the rich men that would be there. Wouldn't it have been good revenge if Dan met someone at the gala and dumped Shelby for someone with real money? I looked at the ticket and offered it to him. Dan appeared to be appreciative about the ticket but told me he didn't own a tuxedo. I don't know why I offered to let him borrow one of mine. Again I think that I wanted to get back at Shelby in some way. Now not only would he be at the gala but he'd be wearing one of my tailor made suits that I didn't even let Shelby wear. He followed me home when I left the office at one. In the quiet of my apartment I was able to confront him about his relationship with Shelby. He was reticent to talk about it at first, but after a rather large snifter of my expensive brandy that he lapped up like it was water he opened up to me. "Shelby told me that in all the relationships he had in the past his lovers always give him a sizable allowance and allowed him to do as he pleased. He was also provided an adequate place to live and the only expectations the men that kept him had of him was that he be there when they wanted him. Shelby came from a family that never had to work for living and was tired of the job, having to report to you all the time and beg for everything he expected to receive as your lover." Dan said. "Even though Shelby is a kept man he is a man that commands control. He finds men that are rich and needy and shows them that what they had been missing all their life. He lost that control with you and to compensate for it he needed to control me. You bought him expensive things, he pawned them and turned around and bought me expensive things. He said that in every relationship he had in the past he always had someone on the side like me. After awhile he didn't even bother to pawn the stuff, he just gave me the stuff you got him. Like this." He pulled out the gold cigarette case I had recently bought Shelby for our one year anniversary. He handed it to me telling me that he didn't smoke and didn't feel right taking it, especially because I had inscribed it so personally to Shelby. "I can't ask you to stop seeing him." I said. I was filled with so much rage and was trying to keep myself in check. "But starting next week I'm afraid we won't be needed your services at WKB anymore. Oh and Dan...I'll let the other ad agencies here in Manhattan know that you aren't dependable enough to be counted on." It was a threat I intended to keep -- not because he was seeing Shelby but because I wanted Shelby to know I was the cause of Dan not seeing him anymore. "I will do anything to keep job my Loren." He was begging me and truth be told it always was a turn on to hear a man beg me for anything. "Go to the room and get ready for me. I'm going to fuck you to seal our understanding and punish you for being with another man's man." "Y...yes...sir..." he said instantly, exciting at the prospect of being with me again. Dan loved feeling the pain of a firm paddle and knew that I would bring him the pleasures he loved. I decided even before I walked into the dungeon that he would get fifty strokes of the paddle. It would be enough to make him cry but not enough to make him too sore and unable to sit through the gala that evening. Dan didn't disappoint me. His cries filled the room fueling me on as I counted out his punishment. I gave him the first ten, then stopped and berated him, gave him another ten and stopped and humiliate him -- I stretched his punishment to last almost an hour and even added some cock and ball torture into the mix that had his cock spewing cum all over the place. We both loved every minute of it. When I was done I dropped the paddle and plunged my cock into this wanting ass. He loved my thick cock and I'm sure he appreciated it more than Shelby's, most men did. Shelby is a very handsome and dynamic man and a fantastic bottom but he wasn't blessed with a sturdy cock. It was more along the lines of -- 'yeah it's there and I feel it but I want more'. When my cock goes into an ass you know it's there and it's going to pound the sides and bottom all at the same time. I came in his ass twice before I was done with him. He was resting on the small bed in the dungeon while I showered, dressed and packed my overnight bag. He asked me if he could stay, take a bath and rest a little more before he left. I had no problem with him doing that and left the apartment at three in the afternoon. I ran into the Friday afternoon rush to get out of the city and it took me over three hours to make it to the cottage outside of Clinton. Sam had called the caretaker Friday morning who opened the place for me and stocked the fridge. I stopped in town and bought a couple bottles of scotch and filled the car up with gas before going to the cottage. It was close to seven when I walked in the front door. I've never been a man that enjoys being alone and for the first hour I was there I cursed myself for not bringing Jessie with me. I almost turned around and drove back to the city because I hated the quiet surrounding me. It was off season and the other cottages were empty and I was all alone for the first time in a long time. I went to turn on the radio, at least get some music to fill some of the emptiness but found it was broken. Twice I stood up to leave and twice I sat down again. I turned to the bottle of scotch and started drinking. The more I drank the less I care about being alone. I stripped off my clothes and walked around the cottage naked. It felt really good. I masturbated - something I hadn't done in years. Since Waldo I always had someone to take care of my needs. I actually liked the feeling of my hand manipulating my cock to respond. I wouldn't let myself cum. I kept taking myself to the peak then I'd stop and walk around, drink, eat...I did this until after three in the morning and was drunker than I had been in a long time, when I finally let myself cum. Fuck, I shot a huge load of cum and hungrily licked every drop up. Cum and scotch are great together. Needless to say the next day I was quite hung over and quite drained. I slept until almost noon. When I woke up I was filled with the desire to feel a man next to me. I thought about calling Shelby, for a brief moment I even considered forgiving him. It was a difficult pill to swallow to admit how addicted to Shelby I was. I decided to get out of the cottage, showered, dressed and went for a walk. Fresh air, what a novel concept. In the light of day, without the scotch, things were finally getting clearer. I knew that I had to end things with Shelby. The more I walked the more I knew what I needed to do. I hadn't realized that I had walked so deeply into the woods that I lost my bearings and for a panicked hour I tried to retrace my footsteps. Finally I heard cars and ran towards the sound and found the county road that led to town. I stuck out my thumb to hitch a ride, figuring that once I got to town I could get a taxi or call the caretaker to come get me. Finally a car zoomed by, slammed on its brakes and backed up and picked me up. The man in the car was only too happy to take me town. It was only a ten minutes ride and when he pulled into the gas station he asked if I would have a late lunch with him. He still had a long drive ahead of him and wanted to eat before hitting the road again. We sat in this dinky little dive place until seven that evening talking about everything and nothing. When we finally couldn't think of any more reasons to stay at the café he volunteered to drive me home. The man admitted to me that he was 'curious' but had never acted on his feelings before. I asked him why he considered doing something with me. All he could say was that I was so open and comfortable with myself that it didn't feel like a decision. It felt like something natural before two people that were attracted to each other. Bob, that was his name, lived in Boston. He was a professor at Harvard and was on his way back from a conference in New York. He wasn't in a rush to get home to an empty house and decided to take the scenic country roads back to Boston. Bob wasn't at all the typical man I went for. I prefer the physically fit tall well built type. Whereas Bob was the scholarly, bookish type but sometimes that can be sexy and Bob exuded an introspective sexuality that I was drawn to. Either that or I just didn't want to be alone. It didn't matter that he wasn't over six feet tall or that he was rail thin I could tell by looking at him that he was going to have a hearty cock and he wanted to play. What more could I ask for? I invited him to come into the cottage and he accepted. I gave him his first man kiss before we walked through the door and I could tell by the kiss that he was ready for anything. I was in one of my more vanilla moods -- I had woken up wanting to feel a man next me, Bob fit that bill. I didn't want anything but slow passionate lovemaking. I undressed him, kissing and licking every part of his body. He had never felt a mouth on his cock before and that made things even more special for me. I sucked him gently in my mouth, licking my tongue over the head of his cock. I was right about him having a nice cock, it was long and plump and I happily made love to every inch of it. I licked and sucked him until he couldn't take anymore and grabbed my head pushing his cock deeper in mouth as he shot a tasty large load that I eagerly lapped up. His entire body was shaking and he cried tears of joy. Never in his life had he ever felt anything so good. He wanted to reciprocate and undressed me and tried to repeat what I had done, but he didn't know how to even start. I talked him through it. How to suck me, where to lick me. It was like teaching a child its ABC's. The only problem was that he wasn't doing a good enough job to make me cum. It felt good what he was doing, but he could have done it all night and I wouldn't have cum. He was feeling defeated but I told him to relax, it wasn't important. We lay down on the bed and kissed for a long time. Then I asked him if he would consider letting me make love to him. He was reluctant at first but when I started rubbing my finger to his hole he mewed from the exotic pleasure it brought him and he nodded his head yes. As strange it this sounds after all the men I've been with I'd never had a virgin ass before. Even Jessie wasn't a virgin when he came to me. I remembered what it was like the first time Waldo took me. It was everything that I wanted it to be, but all my life I wanted to feel a cock in my ass, four hours earlier Bob hadn't even considered being with another man. I had him get on his hands and knees, knowing that he would enjoy this position the most for his first time. I started using just the tip of my finger rubbing it lightly over his hole until I could tell by his breathing the he was relaxing. I licked my finger and rubbed just a little harder until he opened just a little bit to me. I held it there telling him to relax and let my finger in. It took awhile but eventually I was able to slip my entire finger in him. Bob was a noisy one, letting me know by his loud moans and groans that everything that was happening to him he liked. I slipped the one finger out and pushed two fingers in him. He liked that even more and was pushing his ass back against my hand. He was relaxed and I knew it was time. I got on my knees behind him and pressed my cock head against his still gaping hole. Bob let out a loud hissing 'yesssssssss' and tried to push back on me, but I held him at bay. I didn't want to fill him too quickly and cause him any pain. I told him in whispered tones that my cock was bigger than my two fingers and that he had to take it slow and steady. And that's just what I did. Like the night before when I kept taking myself to the edge of cumming that was what it felt like going into Bob's ass. It was torturous going so slowly, the desire to stroke deeply in his ass overwhelmed me at times, but I didn't stray from my unhurried love making. I would slide in a little, and then stop, then go in some more and stop again. My cock was throbbing to cum. Bob was beside himself. He never knew another man could bring so pleasure to him. Finally I was all the way inside of him. I had never felt anything so tight before. Bob was still moaning uncontrollably and even though he wasn't forming words his ass was telling me he wanted more. "I'm going to pull back and push into you." I said to him. If it's too painful let me know and I'll stop. I pulled half way out and pushed back again. Bob ass was throbbing against mine and I knew he had shot another load. "More." He said. I did it again, this time pulling more of my cock and then pushing back in. Again he was throbbing. Was it possible that he was cumming again? I began a long rhythm of strokes, shallow then long, long then shallow. Each time I stopped his ass vibrated against my cock. "More" he repeated with determined insistence. "Faster?" I asked. "Yes...please...oh please...more...faster...anyway you want..." I shot a short load, the pressure releaser, but stayed hard and finally started to fuck him. Bob ass was open and wanted everything I gave it. All he said over and over again was...more... yes...more...yes. I had taken this man to a place he never knew ever existed and he wanted to absorb every second of it. I felt my second orgasm rising and knew this was the one I had been waiting for. This one was the prize for claiming this perfect ass I was buried in. I reached around to Bob's cock which was still hard and started jerking it hard. He wrapped his hand around mine and together, like a well oil machine I stroked my cock in and out of his ass and his cock until we came together in a one of those perfect, once in a lifetime, moments that makes fucking a man's ass the best and only thing I ever wanted to do in my life. We collapsed on the bed, spooned together. I was still in his ass and he was lying in his puddle of cum and that's how we fell asleep. The next morning he was draped over my body still asleep when I woke up. I was able to move from underneath him and make my way to the bathroom. My cock was oddly satisfied, something I hadn't felt in a long time. Bob joined me a moment later and together we let out our morning piss. "Is it proper for me to thank you for last night?" He asked when we sat down over coffee. We were naked and even though my cock wasn't hard Bob's was. Loren Ch. 05 "You are welcome. I enjoyed it. I hope that you will continue your exploration." "I will. I do come to New York..." I put my hand up to stop him. "Bob, we had a special night together but that's all it was meant to be. I really enjoyed myself, and I think you did too." I shrugged letting him know that once he left the cottage we would go our separate ways. I sucked him off one more time, as a going away present, before he left around nine. I showered and took out the work I brought with me. For the first time in months my mind was clear and I was able to accomplish more in the few hours in this getaway cottage than I had at my desk on Madison Avenue. I packed up and left Connecticut around three-thirty. The rain slowed the drive down and it took close to four hours to make the trip. It was raining so hard I pulled over in White Plains and got something to eat hoping the rain would let up some. ************* It was just after ten when Loren finished telling Mac about his weekend. Mac had asked for details, he just didn't know he was going to go into graphic detail. "I want to do something tomorrow morning." Mac said before asking him anymore questions. Loren arched an eye brow and gave him a eager look before Mac shot him down with his 'That's enough' expression. "I'm going to call Liebacker, Sam and Shelby and invite them over to the apartment tomorrow morning. I want to see their expression when they find out you aren't dead." "That's a little morose don't you think?" "I want to be able to read their expressions. Loren we have to find out who wants you dead." It was the first time Mac had called him by his first name. "If you think it will help." Loren said backing down. Mac stood and walked over to the phone on the desk but before he could pick it up to dial Liebacker it rang. He answered it with his typical "Yeah." "We are safe and sound ensconced at the lodge. The only thing we are missing is you." Standish said in his low 'I'm going to seduce you' voice. "I'm glad..." Mac paused and looked over to Loren. "There have been some interesting developments here." "Oh?" Mac sat down in the chair at the desk and counted to thirty. "It's about Loren..." "You arrested Shelby?" He asked excitedly. "No...not yet...but ...well there is not easy way to say this...He's not dead." He finally choked out. "WHAT?" Standish screamed over the phone. "We suspect the dead man is Dan Redvern, apparently they looked a lot alike. He was here in the apartment when Loren left for Connecticut." "How do you know this?" "I'm staring at him now." "Who?" "Loren." Loren walked over and took the phone from Mac's hand and said hello to Standish. Mac could only hear Loren's side of the conversation but he could tell from the way that he spoke with Standish they were extremely close. "I know..."Loren said, "I'm fine...uh huh...I promise I will...everything...yes...oh Stan please you know I won't...yes...I understand..." This one side almost one word conversation went on until Loren started crying again and was begging Standish to not cry, that everything was going to be okay. Finally Standish put Jessie on the phone. Loren tears continued as he spoke fluent Spanish to him. Like his conversation with Standish, Loren spoke softly and with a passion that showed how much he cared for the two men. When he finally switched back to English he told him that it was important that he stayed with Mr. Abbott until this mess was over with and that he was to not to worry about anything that Mr. Mac was going to take good care of him. Mac found himself even more attracted to this gentler, not so arrogant Loren. He hung the phone up, wiping the last of the tears from his face and looked at his desk. "I'm a lucky to man to have those two in my life...you can take away all the bullshit and all the fucking around I do as long I have them. That's all I really care about...." He looked over the desk and saw all his private papers lying in stacks. "You read my personal correspondences?" "I'm sorry...it was part of the investigation. But it was only me. No one else saw any of this and Jessie stood up for you with blazing eyes when read me the riot act over invading your privacy." Loren smiled. "That little man packs a powerful punch." Loren ran his fingers over the letters. "Each and every one of these men confuses sex for love." He mumbled. "They all say they love me when what they want to do is possess me." Loren picked up the stack from Shelby and started towards the fireplace. As much as Mac wanted to stop him he knew that Loren needed to do it. They both stood by the fireplace and watched the letters burn. "I need to ask you one question about these letters." Mac said not wanting to take anything away from Loren's mood. Loren shook his head to ask. "Who wrote these?" Mac held a stack that was all written on the fancy linen paper with a fountain pen. "Waldo...why?" "The last letter, the one that came in Friday's mail was very desperate, almost to the point of being unbalanced." "Waldo? Unbalanced?" He burst out laughing. "Waldo is the most contained man I ever met. I've never seen him show any extreme emotion. He's never laughed so hard he's cried, he's never been so angry that he tried to put a fist through a wall and I've never seen him cry, even when we split up. He attitude was 'it's only proper to be civilized when a relationship ends'." "He told me you still went to his bed." "Jealous Detective?" Loren asked dryly. "No..." but in reality he was, "I'm trying to find out who wanted you dead in such a hideous manner. If Waldo lied to me about that, I have to wonder what else he might have lied about." "No. He didn't lie. Although I haven't been with him since I started with Shelby. Whenever I was between men Waldo made himself available to me. He hasn't had a long term relationship since I left him. Sometimes at our group gatherings I oblige him a quickie. As much as he hated Shelby, Shelby hated him more and when I was angry with Shelby I would...well you can imagine what I'd do." Mac wasn't a game playing, but he also never ran in the same circles these men did. "In his last letter he said he would do the things you wanted to do if you would go back to him...can you tell me what that was?" "I wanted to top Waldo. After all the years I spent with him I wanted him to experience the glorious feeling of having a man make love to him. But he wouldn't do it. He refused. He refused to even let me touch his ass...he thought that if he finally gave in to that I'd take him back...but I would have never done that. My life with Waldo was totally finished -- he just couldn't accept it." "I haven't asked you...of all the men you've been with if you had to think of one that would do something like this who comes to mind right away." Loren's eyes opened widely. He didn't have an answer for Mac. "Is it all possible that whoever did this was actually after Dan? I mean maybe he told Shelby he couldn't see him anymore and Shelby got angry?" Mac simply shook his head. Mac looked up at the clock and knew he needed to make the phone calls before it got too late. Loren excused himself and went to his room while Mac called everyone. When he was done he walked back into the living room and sat down on the sofa. His glass of scotch was empty but he lacked the strength to get up and pour himself some more. He was on an emotional roller coaster and it was draining him. The cop in him needed to be grounded to be able to solve this case and keep Loren safe at the same time. But the man in him needed more. He'd always been able to suppress his desires but being around these men had shown him that he needed someone in his life. He desired three men and all for different reasons. Standish because of the carnal attraction he felt towards him, Jessie because he loved how he made him feel the night before. He loved holding him his arms all night long and he felt the boy's need and he filled it. But most of all he knew he was falling, and falling hard for Loren. When he took away all the conceit and ego, he was a compassionate, loving man. It took every ounce of strength to not take him in his arms when he was on the phone with Standish and Jessie moments earlier. He looked up and saw Loren walking back into the room. He had showered and was dressed in silk pajamas with a matching bathrobe -- a matching set to the ones Liebacker had worn the first night he met him. "Are you going to stay the night?" He asked. Mac nodded that he was. "You can sleep with me if you'd like." "I appreciate the offer, but I think it's best if I stay out here." Loren walked over and sat in the chair. "I hate sleeping alone. It's the loneliest part of my day." Mac looked at Loren and saw that underneath everything they were so much alike. "When I was on the phone with Standish he told me to behave myself with you that you aren't like most other men." "Over the last twenty-four hours that I'm known Standish I have come to believe that he might know me better than I know myself." "He is a unique man. People have asked me if I was in love with Waldo and I always say the same thing -- my time with Waldo was wonderful, but it is over. Love wasn't a part of the equation." He was staring at Mac who suddenly couldn't seem to be able to look him in his eyes. "Standish gave me hope. He showed me that men can love each other and not just use each other for sex. I've loved him more than I've loved any man in my life." "He told me he loved you also." "At one time I would have given up everything to have a life with Stan." "But?" "Standish loves men, but Standish loves being a straight man more and that adds a layer of confusion to any relationship he enters into." "Where you in love with him or do you love him?" Mac asked. "I know I love him. When we were together...he makes me feel so...so...wanted. Standish doesn't fuck men, he makes love to them. I've never been in love before so I'm not sure. I just care about him so much that it scares me to not have him in my life." Mac could see that Loren was just as confused about love as he was. "The men that are in love with you, you make them feel so special. You find out what that like and you give that to them." Leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees his hands together almost like he was praying Mac stared at Loren. "Standish loves the art of seduction. He enjoys you because you bring something to him that some other man doesn't. Maybe it's the way you touch him, or the how he feels when he's deep inside of you. He also loves the friendship you have afforded him all these years and was so remorseful when he thought you were dead. But...Standish is a married man that I have no doubt loves his wife and his family and he won't give that up for you or me or all the Jessie's of the world." As Mac said those words he realized that saying them out loud was letting him know also that he could love Standish, but he'd never be in love with him. "You were in love with someone like that?" Loren asked. Mac shook his head. "No, I have never been in love. Over the years I've had two somewhat long term relationships and I cared for the men but only because they filled and satisfied the physical needs I had. But I've never had an emotional connection to a man before..." "Before? Who? Standish?" Mac stood and walked over to the fire. "I admit fully that I am overly attracted to Standish." Mac could still close his eyes and feel the searing kiss they shared earlier in the day. "But...I know that it's just a physical attraction." "That you won't act on?" "Most likely not." "It's a shame, because Standish is the best lover you'll ever have...with the exception of me that is." "I know" I whispered. "It's funny Mac, I just said that to you -- because that's what I always say to men and yet at this moment I don't want to make love to you. For the first time in my life I want to simply get to know you. I normally bed a man I meet, and am attracted to, immediately. I always thought 'why waste time', fuck them and enjoy myself." He stood and walked over to the fireplace next to Mac. "An hour ago I would have been seducing you and taking you to my room -- not my bed, but to my fuck-room. But I no longer want that. Now I want to get to know the man that is so scared to love that he's willing to hide himself away from the world. Get to know me Mac, please...let me know you too...don't hide away from me." Silently Mac nodded his head. They talked for hours before Loren said goodnight and headed to bed. Mac stretched out on the couch and looked at the portrait smiling as he fell asleep. Loren Ch. 06 "Thank you." Mac said the next morning smiling across the kitchen table at Loren. Loren didn't even have to ask why he was thanking him - he knew why and simply smiled back. "Are you ready for this morning?" Loren gave Mac a confused look wondering what he meant until if dawned on him that he was talking about the impending visitors. "I guess so. Are you sure that's it one of them?" Mac nodded his head that he did. "If you were to die would anyone benefit from your death?" For many years Loren would have never considered facing his eventual mortality but when his parents died unexpectedly in a car accident a few years earlier he saw for the first time in his life that he did indeed need to protect him and his loved ones in the event anything ever happened to him. When his parents died, as their only child, he inherited everything propelling him from a comfortable life to that of the men surrounding him - the extremely wealthy. He found an attorney that had no connection to the people that always held their hand out to him and began the arduous task of figuring out what to do with the millions of dollars he held in investments, real estate holdings and liquid cash. "I set up a trust for Shelby and left him the apartment it was enough to give him a comfortable life but not so much that he could boast he was rich. I had planned on calling my attorney today to change my will. There are some endowments to the various arts and the rest I left to my Uncle, if I preceded him in death. If he preceded me the estate was to be liquidated and the proceeds were to be donated to several charitable organizations." The talk of death depressed Loren but mainly grounded him, forcing him to face the reality that someone wanted him dead. "Shall I tell you what my investigations have uncovered so far?" Mac asked. He could see how all this was impacting him, but he also needed to know that in his opinion one of the three men that were going to walk into his apartment in the next two hours was a killer. "Please." "I'll start with Shelby only because he's the most obvious. Of course he has the spotlight on him. His alibi of his whereabouts the night of the murder is stock full of holes, but then Standish came forward and told me that he had been with Shelby that evening but had left him giving Shelby ample opportunity to commit the crime. Shelby knew he had a lot to lose. If you ended the relationship his bank would be gone both in your life and in your death..." "But he didn't know about the will." Loren said interrupting. "Somehow he did know. Simpson found out that he contacted your attorney Saturday morning and made an appointment to meet with him later today." Loren paled at Mac's revelation. "I know this is a tough pill, but we need to look at all three men. Next there is Sam. Your uncle is a very generous and kind man. He is quite the philanthropist...but to that point, he's begun to have to tighten his belt. The money his late wife left him is more than three quarters gone and if he doesn't cut back on his substantial spending he will be broke within the next couple of years. Since you gave him the name of your attorney in case anything befell you, he is quite aware he stands to inherit some, if not all, of your estate." Mac let his words sink in before he went on to Waldo. "As far as Waldo I don't believe that he has a monetary interest in wanting you dead, I think that he is just so in love with you and feels that if he can't have you, then no one should be able to. His proximity to your apartment and the fact that his alibi is about a six on the scale of ten gives me reason to want to keep him on my list." "I can't believe that Waldo, with all of his civility would reduce himself to being a murderer. He abhors violence in any form. Well...I say that but he did enjoy the occasional foray into bondage and discipline. But when he saw the dungeon I built he actually thought I had gone too far." Mac nodded his head not commenting that those are the type of people that get away with committing the perfect murder. "In the end...who do you think it is?" Loren asked. "I want to believe that is Shelby. He's so sleazy it would give me ultimate pleasure to put the dirtbag away for the rest of his life. He'd make a perfect prison bitch." Mac said smiling. "I hope so to, I would never want to think that my uncle or Waldo is capable of doing something like this." He was silent for a long time before standing and announcing he was going to get ready. "Thank you Detective, I appreciate everything you've done." "Loren, after the meeting this morning I think it's best that we get you away from here for a few days, just until we can figure out who did this." Loren stopped and looked at Mac. There was that part of him that wanted to say something catty and sexually seductive but he knew that Mac was working very hard to keep him as safe as possible. He nodded his agreement. "You can't let anyone know that you are going away. Just act like its business as usual." Again he nodded that he understood. "This will be over soon enough." "Yesterday I would have looked forward to that, but right now the thought of the case being over and you possibly leaving...well its rather disheartening." "Regardless of the case or not you can always count on me if you ever need anything. I made that promise to Jessie and I'm making it to you also." "Thank you." Loren whispered. He started to leave but turned back to Mac and said, "You can count on me also, a promise I intend to keep to you." He walked over to Mac, gave him a quick hug, and left the room. * Waldo arrived first. He didn't even bother to knock, just entered the apartment like he owned the place. Mac and Simpson were sitting in the living room when he entered with Loren quietly ensconced in the bedroom. "Good morning detectives." Waldo said removing his hat and placing it on the hallway table. "I'm hoping you've invited us over to make your arrest and put that detestable Shelby Cantrell in jail once and for all." He said as a preamble to the conversation. Mac and Simpson remained silent. "By the way detective I mentioned to you the other day that several of the art items in the apartment belong to me. I would very much like to make arrangements to have them returned." Mac raised his eyebrows. Why was Waldo so concerned about a few lousy items of artwork? The man lived in a museum and as far as he could tell there wasn't anything in this apartment that had more value than what Waldo had in his place. "Mr. Liebacker, it's my understanding that Loren's uncle will be the executor his estate. You will have to file a claim through him to get whatever belongs to you." "Yes, yes, yes...it's just that pieces like that sculpture," he pointed to one of the pieces adorning the fireplace, "the fireplace screen and...um...oh yes the Grandfather clock - they are sentimental items to me. I lent them to Loren out of my love for him. I want them back to always remember him by." "I understand that Mr. Liebacker. Mr. Sedwick will be here shortly, you can talk to him." As if on cue the door bell rang. Simpson answered the door and ushered Sam and Shelby into the apartment. Liebacker showed his disdain for Shelby by turning his back on him and refusing to acknowledge his presence in the room. "Gentlemen I've invited you here to give you an update on the case." Mac began after they had settled down. "As you probably are all aware yesterday Mr. Bill Wallace committed suicide after leaving a note that he was the one the murdered Mr. Blunt. As far as the police are concerned the case was closed. But last night there was another twist to the case..." "Twist Detective?" Liebacker asked. "Yes...throughout the case we have been looking for another person of interest, a Mr. Dan Redvern. I think you know Mr. Redvern intimately Mr. Cantrell..." "There is no reason to be crass Detective." Shelby commented in his long southern drawl moving away from the other men in the room. "Yes...but you knew that we'd never find Mr. Redvern, didn't you?" "I don't know what you are talking about Detective." Shelby said trying to be convincing but everyone in the room knew he was lying. Mac waived his hand as if it wasn't an important issue. "Can you tell us what you did Friday afternoon Mr. Cantrell?" "I've already told you. Loren left the office around one. I stayed behind because I had a creative meeting later that afternoon. I left the office around six, had supper and went out for drinks." "And the meeting you had was that with Mr. Wallace?" "Why yes...as a matter of fact it was." "Who conveniently isn't alive to back up your story." Mac smiled. "May I suggest an alternative afternoon to you Mr. Cantrell? Perhaps you left the office after you received a phone call from Mr. Redvern around three that afternoon. He was here at Mr. Blunt's apartment enjoying a long bath and perhaps he invited you to join him. Perhaps you were even excited at the prospect of doing something so dastardly as having your little plaything in Mr. Blunt's apartment because lately all you've had for Mr. Blunt has been disdain. Mr. Redvern was most likely lying in the bed you shared with Mr. Blunt, naked waiting for you." Shelby moved towards the window almost looking to see if he could make a clean escape if he needed to. "I think you joined Mr. Redvern in the Mr. Blunt's bed and were enjoying an afternoon delight when you heard a noise. The two of you were quite surprised when Mr. Wallace walked into the bedroom. He had stopped by to pick up artwork Mr. Blunt had left outside the door but heard noises in the apartment and found the door unlocked. Being the 'gentleman' that you claim to be you invited Mr. Wallace to join you and the three of you spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying yourselves in Mr. Blunt's bed." Simpson was shaking his head in disgust at the audacity of these men's lifestyles. "Mr. Wallace was very dominant and liked to deliver pain, both you and Mr. Redvern loved pain, so I suspect that the three of you spent the afternoon enjoying yourselves. The coroner said the body had been...for lack of a better word we'll say...manhandled, and I noticed Saturday morning you had a small cut on your lip. You had a date at six that evening so you most likely left early, knowing that you couldn't be late for the date, it was somewhat an interview for a new lover - which you failed miserably. I think when you left Mr. Redvern and Mr. Wallace still in bed having a good time. You rushed to your date's place and after finding that you had sex with someone else he refused to have sex with you. "No Detective...none of what you are saying is true." Shelby said like the caged animal he was. "Right now you don't have any witnesses to collaborate your story. Both Mr. Redvern and Mr. Wallace are dead and the man you met with would never stand up for you because of who he is and what it could do to him." "Mr. Redvern is dead?" Waldo asked astonished by this new twist. "Yes...but you knew that didn't you Mr. Cantrell?" "I suspected it..." Shelby said slowly pronouncing each word deliberately. "It would have been very convenient for you to have Redvern dead - he was the reason that your relationship with Mr. Blunt was suffering. Plus I suspect that at some point during the afternoon Mr. Redvern told you he couldn't see you anymore, that Loren had threatened his job. You probably figured that it would also benefit you that Mr. Wallace be dead too. You didn't need him telling Loren your dirty little secrets like you were sleeping with him too...and you also knew that he wanted you gone from the agency. By having him dead Loren would be the boss and you had a certain amount of job security..." "How could you stoop so low Shelby?" All heads turned to the voice coming from the other side of the room. Loren stood looking at the three men that were stunned into silence. Sam went down fainting from Loren's rise from the dead. Waldo grabbed his heart and fell to his knees begging for someone to get his pills. Shelby just stood with a relieved expression on his face that Loren was in fact still alive. Simpson rushed to Sam slapping his face gently to try and revive him. Loren went to Waldo and pulled his pills from his pocket and slipped one into his mouth. Mac walked over to the bar, even though it was just ten in the morning and poured scotch for everyone feeling a drink was most definitely called for. * "What now Detective?" Waldo asked fully composed and back in control. A half hour had passed since Loren's miraculous revival. "Please tell me you are going to march Mr. Cantrell directly to jail and throw the key away." Mac looked over to Shelby who was sitting quieting in the corner. He hadn't spoken a word since Loren reappeared. "Detective Simpson is going to escort Mr. Cantrell down to the station to get a sworn statement from him. After that we will take it to the district attorney and if he wants to press charges we will. If not Mr. Cantrell will be released with the understanding that he isn't to leave town." After Simpson and Cantrell were gone Waldo turned to Loren and patted his thigh. "Come back to my place, stay there for a while. I won't sleep until I know that Cantrell is locked up." "Thanks Waldo but I've made other plans." Loren said standing and moving away from him. Disappointment spread across Waldo's face as he sighed and shook his head. He moved to Loren and leaned into him whispering in his ear. "Please don't tell me it's this Detective now...he so below you Loren, you deserve better... he'll make Shelby look like an angel..." "Stop it Waldo. I won't listen to your cruel words anymore." Waldo simply snickered. "My dear boy I'll let you have your fling with that...that simpleton...that cop...but when it's over you'll come back to me. I know that you will..." Loren just shook his head and walked away from him. He wanted no part of Waldo Liebacker. Mac watched the two of them carefully both as a police detective and whether he wanted to believe it or not a jealous suitor. "Gentleman I thank you for coming but at this time Mr. Blunt is due at the police station to render his statement. Again, I apologize for the little subterfuge that played out today, but we needed the element of surprise on our side." Sam hugged his nephew and gushed how happy he was that he wasn't dead and made him promise to come to the house soon. Waldo again pleaded with Loren to come stay with him but Loren just shook his head no. Begrudgingly he left but said that he would call him later. When they were alone Loren asked if they were still going away. Mac nodded and sadly announced. "As much as I wanted Shelby Cantrell to be the murderer after today I'm not sure he did it." "Yes...I agree with you..." Loren said. ********** Mac - The Trip I told Simpson I was going to get Loren out of town to a safe place for a couple of days while he worked on a list of things I gave him. For security reasons I didn't tell him where we were going or when we would return. I told him that as soon as I got to my destination I would keep in regular contact with him. I had loaded Loren's suitcase in my car before everyone arrived at the apartment so that when we left it did in fact look like we were heading to the police station. I watched carefully in the rear view mirror and after making several turns I found that we were being tailed and changed directions heading to the station. Loren was oddly silent going along with everything that was happening. Simpson met us in the lobby and I explained to him what was happening. "Don't worry we'll get you out of here without the tail." Simpson said. Thirty minutes later we left the station and got into my car. I pulled into traffic, liking we were heading back to Loren's place, knowing full well my tail was still with me. Slowly but surely unmarked police car after unmarked police car pulled up behind us, to the side of us and behind the tailing care. 'Here we go." Mac said pressing his foot to the gas pedal. He pulled away from the wall of cars that now surrounded the tail car preventing him from escaping the web they had weaved around him. I cut across side streets and a few minutes later we were on the open road heading north free and clear of any prying eyes. "Where are we going?" Loren asked. "You'll see." I said knowingly and smiling. It took mid-afternoon when we arrived. I didn't know if Loren knew about the lodge or not and as soon as we pulled into the driveway he asked again where we were and I knew that he didn't know. "I'm bringing you to a safe place that some friends of mine own." I said smiling. "Just you and me?" There was so much hope in his voice and I hated to disappoint him. "No...they are here too, but I know you'll like them." They didn't know we were coming, but I knew we would be more than welcome. Somehow I knew in this remote area the front door to the lodge wouldn't be locked and I didn't bother knocking. I just walked in and looked around. The place was definitely a man's place with its rustic decor. The faint sound of voices was coming from the kitchen and we made our way there. Loren walked ahead of me and pushed the door open only to see the two stunned men naked except for aprons covering their private parts standing by the stove cooking. "OH THANK HEAVENS!" Standish yelled dropping the spoon and rushing to Loren pulling him in his arms hugging him tightly. Tears instantly stained both men's cheeks as they kissed and cried over the happiness of being together again. Shyly Jessie walked toward Loren who grabbed him into his arms pulling him into the hug. I stepped to the background and let the reunion play out. Never in my life had I felt such overwhelming jealousy over the love these men shared between them. It was all I ever wanted but had never been able to achieve. I knew that I didn't have to worry about Loren and that he was going to be safe with Standish. My time would be best spent in New York getting this case wrapped up. Silently I slipped out of the kitchen to get Loren's things out of the car. "Mac," Standish called after me before I reached the front door. I turned and looked at him. "Where are you going?" He asked like he was offended that I was leaving. "I was going to get Loren's suitcase from the car. I need to get back to New York..." "Oh no no no no no no...you aren't going anyplace." He said walking towards me. "First I've got to thank you for bringing Loren back to us..." he said kissing me softly. Once again I did nothing to pull away from him. "...and second I finally have you where I've wanted you to be," he pulled me in his arms and held me close to him, "and am not going to let you go without showing you how much I truly appreciate you..." "Standish...please..." I begged knowing that there was no way I could turn him down. Any resolve I might have had was quickly melting as he pressed his naked body against me. "No...I want you too much to let you go...and Mac you want me too...it's that simple..." he was kissing me, enticing me slowly between each word, and I was melting quickly, "...you aren't a cop right now...you are a man and I am a man that wants you...that has wanted you for a long time..." He took my hand and walked me to his bedroom. Detective McParson was officially off duty. * His mouth was sealed to mine as he removed my suit jacket. He only broke the kiss off long enough to lay it neatly over the chair. I stood motionless watching his every move. "In the inside pocket of my jacket there is a letter I wrote you a letter." I said in whispered tones. "I was going to give it to you when I left." "What does it say?" He asked taking it from the jacket and holding the envelope in his hand letting his fingers trace over his name. Loren Ch. 06 "It is an apology...because I lied to you on Saturday." He cocked his head to one side not understanding. "I was so scared that someone would find me out that I made Jessie lie and then I lied too - about us being together...I was the one that bit him...and I was ashamed to admit it...especially to you. I couldn't think about being with you...starting something knowing I had lied to you..." Standish hugged me tightly to him. "Mac, " he said speaking softly, "I know about lying...I lie every day of my life...but please know that you don't have to hide or feel guilty in front of me...or Loren...or Jessie ever again." I nodded my head and sought his lips out again. "You still have on way too much clothing...I need to feel your naked body against mine." He murmured a minute later. He pulled my shirt from my pants and started fumbling with the buttons, his mouth on mine the entire time. Seduction. It was the fine art of seduction that I had never experienced before. I tried to remember back to my first time with Spenc. Did he seduce me? In a way he did but not like this beautiful man that was standing before me. I had never felt so desired before. The way his mouth hungrily sought out mine, how his fingers gently touched my body but it was how it felt that first time his naked body pressed against mine it was pure nirvana. His arms held me against him, one hand across my back, the other running tenderly across my ass. "I am going to make love to you." His voice resonated. I had never wanted anything more in my entire life. "I love passionately and forever Mac...accept my love and love me back." His eyes pleaded to mine. I nodded my head knowing for the first time in my life what it really meant to be loved. I was on my back on the bed. He was lying next to me. His hand was moving over my body. He didn't want me to do anything but feel what he was doing to me. The bed was his pedestal and I was his worshiped object. He rolled on top of me and spread my legs. His eyes still locked on mine. "I want you." he mouthed, sinking his erection into me. There was no hesitation. I wanted him as much as he wanted me. He filled me up with a gentleness I wasn't accustomed to. We moaned together. It was all so simple, he felt the ultimate pleasure my ass was bringing to him and I felt the definitive pleasure from the fullness of his cock. There were long deep strokes in and out of me sending shivers of pleasure throughout me. "I knew you would feel so good against me..." he seemed to sigh a sigh of divine pleasure. "I can fuck any man I want, but I've only ever wanted to make love to two men." I knew he was speaking of Loren. From the moment you walked into the room just a few short days ago I wanted you..." He pushed deeply into me groaning with joy. His broad chest hovered over me. I leaned into him licking my tongue over his taut nipple and was rewarded with an extra hard stroke into me and a delirious groan of delight. Driven on by his moans I repeated myself on his other nipple, sucking it gently in my mouth. "Oh please, don't stop..." he moaned taking more deliberate strokes in and out of me. "Show me how you like to feel a man's flesh between your teeth..." "No..." I whispered, "...I don't want to mark you..." "Please...I want to feel your teeth on me. Show me the pleasures you can bring me..." I clenched his nipple between my teeth and sucked deeply. Standish let out a loud moan and pushed himself harder into me. I bit down on him, sucking harder as he ground his hips into me. I didn't let up, sucking his sweet flesh as he started stroking in earnest in and out. He was going to cum, I could feel him swelling and with one last deep stroke I felt his cock pulsating into me, cumming over and over again filling me with his love every time his cock vibrated inside of me. * Hours later I lay in his arms while he slept. I let my fingers run lightly over the bite mark I had left on his nipple it was such a sensual sight and made me hard and wanting all over again. It was dusk and the last of the rays of daylight were cast about the room. The bedroom door open and a head peered in. It was Loren. He smiled and entered the room. He was naked and looked so beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off of his perfect body as he made his way to the bed. The image of the dead body lying in the entryway to his apartment flashed in my mine. Looking at this very much alive Loren Blunt, with the mat of hair across his broad chest, his delectable nipples and his ample cock swinging between his legs was a far cry from the pretty boy that lay dead just a few days earlier. Without even asking he crawled into bed spooning himself behind me and hugging his body against mine. He kissed his lips across my shoulder letting them hang there savoring my taste. "He's the most beautiful man I've even known" he whispered in my ear touching his fingers to Standish's chest. "Yes...he is." I leaned over and kissed Loren's fingers as they rested on Standish's chest. "He loves you very much...and now I understand it so much better." I rolled over into Loren's arms and looked into his smiling face. "How can I be with one man, love him so much and want another man just as much?" Loren kissed my lips gently. "That's the thing Mac...oh how I hate calling you Mac...it's so...not you...I'm going to call you by your g-d given name...Mark, that sounds so much better..." He drew his tongue over my lips savoring my taste again. "There are no rules when it comes to love. I've loved Standish since the first time he touched me..." He sighed and ran his fingers lightly over my cheek, "I thought I loved Shelby but it was lust and revenge against Waldo that made me stay with him for so long...and now you've walked into my life, you hiding yourself away from everyone and yet...here you are...and I am feeling things I've never felt before..." I shook my head, "Yes, I feel them too." "Don't run away from it Mark, embrace it, let things happen. We'll figure it out together...you promised to keep me safe and have kept that promise...I promise that we'll work this out..." His mouth met mine and for the first time I kissed the man I was falling in love with. Standish rolled over and spooned into me, a smile was plastered on his face. "My two loves. I'm so happy for you...I hope you love and respect each other as much as I love and respect both of you." he sighed contently before falling back to sleep again. ********** They stayed at the lodge until Thursday morning. Without the murder weapon the district attorney was reluctant to press charges against Shelby Cantrell and he was set free. "It's going to be strange not having Standish and Jessie with us." Loren said on the way back to the city. Mac was still concerned for Jessie's safety and asked Standish to keep him with for a few more days. "I'd like to stay with you...I mean if it's okay with you." Mac said. "I was hoping you would." Loren knew that Mac was still bothered about the way the week played out at the lodge. During the three days they were there the men enjoyed each other's company both in bed and out of bed. There were no defined 'rules' who was going to be with who and for someone like Mac who had always lived his life by firm sets of rules he was often overwhelmed. Mac and Loren spent hours together talking and getting to know each. During the day they would hike the mountain trails and in the late afternoon they would sit in the Adirondack chairs on the oversize front porch watching the sun setting over the lake. Neither of them felt the need to rush into a sexual relationship and was just enjoying building the foundation of what they both hoped was a promising future together. Wednesday night Jessie insisted he wanted a night alone with Standish and both Mac and Loren knew that there was no changing Jessie's mind once it was made up. It would have been so easy for them to make love that night but they were content to kiss and lay in each other arms. As Loren put it, "We have the rest of our lives to fuck and suck, let's just enjoy the basics right now." Mac couldn't have agreed more. * "I need to say something...as much as all the evidence points to Shelby...there is still something that is bugging me. It's too neat and tidy...too clean, like someone cut this path for us to follow." Mac was staring ahead at the road but Loren could read the concern on his face. "I will do whatever it takes to keep us safe." Loren said. "I know. If Shelby didn't do it, that only leaves us with two other people. Your uncle and Liebacker and each of their reasons for wanting you dead are on either side of the spectrum." "Why would Sam want me dead?" Loren asked shocked at the revelation. "I told you on Monday, he's got financial problems...big time...if he doesn't get an infusion of cash within the next year he stands to lose everything." "All Sam has to do is come to me. I'd give him whatever he wanted. I don't give a fuck about the money. He should know that." There was an uncomfortable silence before Loren asked why Liebacker, what did he gain from his death. "If he can't have you he doesn't want anyone else to." Mac said shrugging. "Waldo beds a different man every night. Men clamor to be with him, I'm nothing so special that he would kill for." "I beg to differ." Mac said smiling knowingly. "And it's just not this," he squeezed between Loren's legs suggestively, "It's what's in here." He said touching his hand to Loren's heart. You give so much love." Loren held Mac's hand to his heart. "Only to the people I care about Mark...and as much as I enjoyed my time with Waldo I was never in love with him. I didn't give him this..." "Did he know that?" "Yes...I would hope so. There were things he did that I love but I never, in the five years we were together told him I loved him." "Did he tell you?" Loren was silent for a good bit. "Yes. He did. He told me from the first night we were together that he waited all of his life for me to come into it." "Did you ever tell him that you didn't feel the same way?" "I would have thought that by me not saying it back to him that he would have figured it out. Plus towards the end I didn't try and hid the fact that I was cheating on him." Mac nodded trying to keep his fears in check. In the whole time he and Spenc had been together when they chose to have sex with different people they did it out in the open with others present. He would have never considered 'cheating' or seeing someone without his knowledge - simply out of respect for their relationship. Loren wanted to hurt Liebacker, and that bothered Mac. "Talk to me Mark. Don't keep it bottled up inside...please." "It's just my insecurities surfacing Loren, that's all." Loren put his hand on Mac's shoulder and left it there. "Why did you cheat on him?" "We had been together over three years when our little group of men formed..." *************** Loren - The Group It was summer and most everyone had escaped the city either to the Hamptons or the Cape. I guess when I say everyone I meant the women and children. The men were left behind to do their husbandly duties as bread winners. I had hoped that Waldo was going to take some time off and go away. I needed a break from him. We'd been together over three years and I was bored. The sex was still okay but was becoming borderline boring. He had become reticent to try new things or let me take the lead. It pretty much boiled down to I wanted to experiment. Waldo was a staunch top and as much as I enjoyed him it was starting to bother me. I didn't mind being tied me up or being spanked or even him using a crop or paddle on me. I was still living at my uncle's house and I saw some of the things he partook in and quite frankly I found it very exciting. In the basement of the house he had built quite a large and well equipped dungeon and on nights that I wasn't with Waldo I would sometimes wander down them and watch him put his little men through their paces. As much as he loved his men to be running around in dainty little panties he loved to see them restrained and hanging from the large hooks in the center of the room balancing themselves on their tippy-toes. There was many an evening that I just sat their imagining Waldo hanging from the rafters with me behind him pounding away in his ass. It was great living with Sam. He might have been family, but he was also my best friend. His outlook on life was always positive and he had this uncanny way of making the best out of every moment. He never had a bad day and was the social one and always made sure that when the city was as quiet as it was we always had a place to go and so he did on a hot Saturday evening in the dead of summer. Sam had his latest 'little man', an Asian medical student he was sponsoring, at his side. Standish had come with a date, a handsome boy that I noticed Waldo drooling over from the moment they met. There were four other couples, rich men that enjoyed the company of men. Most of them were married men and the men that accompanied them were either paid escorts or long term kept men. For the most part Sam and his newest lover and Waldo and I were the only true couples there. We ate a light supper then retired outside to the pool area. It was after seven in the evening and still over 100 degrees and Sam suggested we all go for a swim. We never even thought anything about stripping off our clothes and jumping into the pool. It was in the back of the house and secluded from any one being able to see us. The water was so refreshing and we all swam about like little children, splashing about and having little water fights amongst ourselves. Afterwards we sat around the pool enjoying the free flowing alcohol and the relaxing evening Sam was providing us. I was enjoying the moment of doing something different on a Saturday evening other than spending the entire evening in bed with Waldo. I think it was Standish that we noticed first was stroking his cock. We all pretty much were hard, this group of men were all very handsome but even more we were all very sexy, but it was Standish's cock that stood out. Sam's little Asian boy couldn't resist and walked over to him and touched it. With a little coaxing the boy knelt between his legs sucking him into his mouth. Conversation stopped as we all watched this little man sucking on Standish's big dick. "I'd really like to spank you Min Yong." Standish said looking down at the dark haired boy on his cock. The boy looked over to Sam who nodded it was okay and a moment later he moved onto Standish's lap. Standish's hand was almost as large as the Asian boy's entire ass. Tenderly he rubbed his hand over his ass, lifted it and came down with a slap that made every man's cock rock hard. He did it again, the boy let out the meekest cry that sent us moaning. I hadn't realized until that moment my cock was firmly in my hand and I was stroking in time with the slaps that Standish was raining down on Min Yong ass. In the dim night time lights we could see Min Yong's pure white ass turn a bright red. Standish, who was obviously enjoying himself, kept up the spanking until the crying boy's hard cock exploded between Standish legs, which he joyfully licked up and immediately started sucking Standish's cock again. Standish just leaned back with a contented smiled on his face. The other men began milling about, forming an odd circle and began touching each other. You'd think it would have been strange to see a group of men standing around feeling each other's cocks but it wasn't. We were all friends and I think we all knew that this was the foreplay of gauging the reaction to being touched and then silently pairing off - and none of them with the partners they had come with. Waldo leaned into me and told me that he didn't mind if I sucked anyone's cock but he 'preferred' that I don't let anyone else fuck me. I was floored. I stood there like an idiot staring at him while I let this unfamiliar anger flood over me. Who the fuck did Waldo think he was that he could say something like that to me, especially since he was on his way to go enjoy himself, my guess, with the man that Standish came with. I was pretty sure he was going to stuff his cock in the man's ass but he had the audacity to tell me he 'preferred' I didn't let anyone do me. It was at the moment I knew my days with Waldo were numbered. Min Yong left Standish's cock and went to one of the other men leaving Standish by himself. Knowing how Waldo felt about Standish I walked over and sat down next to him. Standish and I had always known each other socially and I always appreciated his beauty and sexiness. We'd even silently flirted with each other, but had never spent any real time together. I think on part because of Waldo's overbearing jealousy of my spending any time with any man and for some reason Standish made his blood boil. Standish and I weren't talking, we were pretty much just lying on the lounger, me on my side staring at him and playing with his lovely piece of meat and him watching the other men enjoying themselves. "I love watching men enjoying themselves like this." He said looking over at a trio of men sucking and fucking each other. "It's nice that we can shed our inhibitions like this." I replied. For some reason I didn't care about what the other men were doing. I only had eyes on Standish. "I didn't cum in Min Yong's mouth because I was silently hoping I could share it with you." He whispered rolling over to face me. "You know that Waldo is going to go ballistic if he sees us together." I shrugged and smiled. "Good. He pretty much already ruined my evening when he told me I could do anything I wanted to do, except let someone fuck me." "How magnanimous of him, I'm surprised you didn't kneel down and kiss his ring in gratitude." I burst out laughing then looked at me seriously. "Loren, you aren't like those other men and aren't someone I want to fuck ...more than anything I want to make love with you...but if all we can do right now is share your mouth that I will happily fill your mouth with the biggest load you've ever had and when you've drained me I'm going to kiss you and we are going to share my gift with me." "Oh you do know how to make a man hot for you." I said smiling. It was his turn to burst out laughing - something Waldo never did. It made me feel so warm and appreciated. I looked around, everyone was involved in some type of sexual pastime, and Waldo was indeed enjoying himself by fucking the young man that came with Standish. "Let's step out of the limelight and go someplace more private. As much I like to show off sometimes I want our first kiss to be private and between only you and I." "That's probably the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me" I said standing. "Stick with me kid, I'll show you romance." Standish took my hand, weaving his impossibly long fingers in between mine and together we walked towards to the side of the pool house that was away from the prying eyes of the other men. When he found the exact spot he wanted - it wasn't so dark we couldn't see each other and wasn't so light to take the romance out of his seduction he leaned against the wall and cupped my face in his hands. "I wish we could do this properly, alone and in my bed, but we have to make do with this. With your permission I would very much like to kiss you." he said in a low sexy voice that was making my heart beat faster. I was hypnotized by him and his words and found I could only nod my head. Dropping his hands he tugged my hands gently, pulling me towards him then drew his arms around me until I was so close to him I was able to feel his chest rise and fall from his calm breathing and his heart beating against my chest. Loren Ch. 06 "I have wanted to kiss your lips since the first moment I saw you almost three years ago." He whispered in my ear kissing it lightly. "You don't know how seductive a man you are Loren, you have this way of looking at men and without even saying a word make them want you...the way I want you..." He trailed small soft kisses across my cheek until he lingered that last second at my lips. "You are so very beautiful" he sighed seductively pressing his lips to mine. I let out a deep moan into his mouth the moment I felt his soft tongue searching out mine. I was putty in his hands as he held me to him kissing me with a passion no one had ever done forever. His whole body became the kiss, his mouth on mine, his tongue with my tongue teaching me this new way, his way to dance. His arms holding me tenderly and yet with a strength of trust and I knew he would never do anything to hurt me. His chest pressed against mine, our breathing synced as one, rising and falling together as his tongue continued loving me. His cock pressed against mine was hard, staining my cock with his pre-cum. He broke the kiss for a moment and pulled back slightly and looked at me. "I want to flood your mouth with my cum and when I've finished cumming I want you to seal your mouth to mine again and share the love I have given you." Again all I could do was nod. He kissed me again, this time with an urgency of a man that needed me. I had never felt this kind of need before. The kiss ended. Standish leaned back against the wall and gently pushed me to my knees. My eyes were locked to his the entire time. "Wrap your mouth around the head of my cock...I won't last too much longer my desire for you has me wanting to erupt all too soon..." He smiled at me and I knew my eyes lit up. His cock slipped easily into my mouth, he didn't want me to do anything but hold my mouth to him. He was controlling everything. He held my head gently between his large, loving hands and stroked his cock slowly in and out of my mouth. He was too big for me to take the whole length but it didn't seem to matter, I sucked as much as I could of him into my mouth and his moans let me know that he was enjoying my mouth and tongue. "I knew your mouth would feel good around my cock..." he paused holding himself still fighting off the urge to cum, "I've often sat at the opera, in my box, looking across at you and Waldo in your box and fantasized about you kneeling between my legs..." he paused again, his cock was swelling and I knew it wouldn't be long, "I've saved this load for you for close to a week, I knew that I was going to have you tonight..." his cock erupted in my mouth and like he promised he gave me the biggest, sweetest load of cum I had ever had. I tried my hardest not to swallow, but there was just too much and my automatic reflexes opened my throat to allow some of his richness trickle down my throat. He was leaning against the wall. His eyes closed relishing the last vestiges of his orgasm. When he was done he pulled me up back into his arms again. A small dribble of cum leaked from the corner of my mouth but Standish's tongue caught it lapping it up. He drew his tongue over my lips, wanting into my mouth but I had other plans. Standish was tall, taller then I was and I was forced to stand my toes, rising myself as much as I could as I gently opened his mouth with my fingers. His eyes were glued to mine as I curled my tongue making a makeshift funnel and held it to his open mouth. Drop by drop his cum oozed from my tongue into his mouth, I relaxed my tongue some more, allowing it to flow faster. Standish was almost beside himself as he drank more of his manly serum. When I was almost finished I sealed my mouth to his and together he lapped and drank the last of his cum. "Come to my place Monday night." He said it, he pleaded it, and he requested it - all in one breath. "Yes." I said kissing him again. I didn't want to have to wait forty-eight hours to be with him again. He leaned and whispered in my ear. "I want you to make love to me Monday night. If you can manage it don't cum until then and I won't either. You can spend the night buried deep in my ass - cumming over and over again deep inside of me." "I've never done that before." I said whispered into his ear. I was being taught by a master I might as well imitate him as well. "That will make it all the better, I will be your first and your best. For the rest of your life you will always judge every man's ass by mine." I pressed my hard cock against him, cupping his chin in my hand and kissing him deeply. He drew his long arms around me and cupped my ass cheeks pulling my tighter to him. Somehow we were able to make our way back to the pool. Waldo was laying on a chaise, his cock still buried in the young man ass relishing the obvious orgasm they had just had. Some of the other men were still in the throes of sexual activity while others were in a heated debate of the European economy postwar. Standish kissed my lips tenderly and whispered, "Until Monday" before saying his good nights and leaving. He left alone, the young man he had arrived with would have to find his own way home and by the looks of things that wasn't going to be a problem at all. I walked to my bedroom and crawled into bed having delicious dreams of Standish Abbott. Waldo took the man Standish had come with home with him and I didn't see him again until the following Tuesday. ********** "Standish and I became lovers a few days later. No one in our little group ever knew or suspected. To this day I still don't think Waldo knows - even with his private detective he constantly sicks on me. I've always loved having this secret, it makes our time together so much better. In the beginning we were together on the nights that I wasn't with Waldo. Then Lancaster Dorey came into the picture. He took New York by storm. Not only was he one of the most talented artists of his time but he was stunningly handsome and loved men solely. We immediately brought him into our group and everyone that had him instantly fell for him, I think even Standish had a brief crush on him. Lancaster didn't mind being the folly of all these men, but it was me he really wanted. My relationship with Standish was open, he saw other men and didn't mind letting me explore my relationship with Lancaster, after all the only thing Standish could offer me was a few nights here and there and if Lancaster could make me happy he never wanted to stand in my way. Waldo and I broke up soon after that." "Why did you leave Lancaster?" "I didn't love him. It was a great fling. It gave me the excuse I needed to end things with Waldo. I went through a lot changes over those few months, I lost my parents, became an overnight millionaire and split from Waldo. I also wanted to be on my own and bought the apartment. For a little while I enjoyed being single until I met Serge at one of our parties and enjoyed his company. We dated for a year or so until he left for England. Then I met Shelby. I think you know how that ended up." Mac was quiet for a long time. "I'm a tough old cop that has lived my life hiding away from everything and everyone. I had one long term relationship with a man that was...for lack of a better word...safe. My other relationship was...well it was with someone I paid to have sex with at a men's resort I go to. In both cases we were just together without feeling anything but respect for each other. I've never had such an emotional attachment to anyone before like I suddenly have with you...and to be honest it scares me." Mac wished they weren't driving so that he could look into Loren's eyes and let him see his fears. "I understand the feelings I have for Standish. It's that picture perfect fairytale love we all dream about. It's that desire to be cherished and loved even if it's just for a blink of an eye. But Loren when I feel your arms around...these emotions that I've never had towards anyone...ever...and I never want them to stop...but I'm also scared that they will..." "I know Mark...I have the exact same fears." Loren said squeezing Mac's hand in his. * Mac and Loren returned to the apartment which now seemed familiar and homelike to Mac. It didn't feel so large anymore, especially with Loren there. They had just walked in the front door, hadn't even had a chance to put their suitcases down when the phone rang. "It's probably Standish letting us know he got back safely." Loren yelled walking into the bedroom to pick up the bedside phone. Mac walked silently behind him and listened as Loren picked up the phone up. "Oh...hello Waldo..." he said bitterly, "...yes...the police recommended I go to safe place for a few days, I was away...Waldo I don't have to answer to you...I know..." His voice was getting angrier as he listened to Waldo drone on. "Enough Waldo!" he exclaimed, "Listen Waldo for the last time, who I chose to be with is none of your business...DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" he slammed the phone down and sighed deeply. "That was Waldo." He said sarcastically. "Oh...I could have never guessed." Mac sat down on the bed and took Loren in his arms. "Do you need some time to yourself? I could go down to the prescient and check in." "No, please, don't go." "Okay..." Silently they just held onto each other until the anger left Loren and Mac knew he was strong enough to stand on his own again. "I'm going to make some phone calls. I'll be in the other room." * "Shelby's gone missing." Simpson said without even saying hello first. "Fuck...what happened." "We had a tail on him. When he was released he went straight to Sam Sedwick's house. When he didn't come out for two days I stopped by early this morning. Mr. S. said he hadn't seen him since he got to the house Tuesday afternoon. Figured he had left sometime in the night. We checked his room. All of his stuff with the exception of his wallet was still there. Mr. S. said he must have slipped over the back wall which empties into an alleyway between streets." Mac was silently swearing under his breath. "Okay, get a car over here. I want coverage at the front and back of the building." "Yes sir...Do you think he flew the coop?" "No...unfortunately I think he's had a nasty accident...just like everyone else that got close to Loren." "No...really? Who's doing it?" "I have my suspicions...I'll hold onto them for a little while. I suggest you locate Lancaster Dorey and highly recommend he take police protection. I'm going to make sure the housekeeper is safe." "Okay...you okay boss?" Simpson always knew when things were getting tense. "Yeah...I just don't want anyone else to get hurt. I'll call you in a couple of hours." Loren was standing a few feet from the desk. His face was pale and tears were running down his face. "Shelby's dead?" he cried. "Right now the police say he is missing, but I believe he's most likely not with us any longer." "Why? Why would someone kill all these people?" "Because there is one sick mother fucker out there that wants you to himself and if he can't have you...he doesn't want anyone to have you..." "But...that...means you...could be..." Mac rushed to Loren side and told him that he didn't have to worry about anyone getting to him. "My job right now is to take care of you...and Jessie...fuck...I need to call Standish..." Fortunately Standish was still at the brownstone. He promised Mac that nothing at all would happen to Jessie. "I will stay here tonight with him and tomorrow he will come back to the big house with me. I will tell my wife mostly truth, except leave the sex part out of it. Mac, please be careful...I couldn't bear anything happening to either you or Loren." "We will don't worry. Loren wants to talk to you and Jessie..." Loren was beside himself by the time he hung up with Standish and Jessie. Mac tried to get him to drink a brandy but he was too upset. He kept blaming himself for everything that was happening. Finally out of desperation Mac ran a hot bath got in and held Loren in his arms until he had calmed down. "This is nice." Mac whispered in his ear trying to draw Loren's attention away from the awful reality he was facing. "I could stay like this forever." "Mmmm, me too," he said sitting up and turned and faced Mac, "I want to have a life with you Mark. These aren't empty words. I've known for a long time that I wanted more in my life. All the fucking and games I've been playing these past few years have been great and I wouldn't trade the past few years, but now I want more...and that more includes you. Since the moment I walked into the apartment Sunday evening I've been drawn to you... even though you were holding a gun to me." He smiled and kissed Mac's lips gently. "I know the feeling. I felt this connection to you the moment I stepped into your living room and looked at your portrait. For those two days, before your miraculous resurrection, I had this strange bond with you and felt that I would never meet anyone that could make me as happy. And now that we are here...like this...I'm happier than I've been in my life." Loren gave me one of his down home million-dollar smiles then turned serious for a brief moment. "Mark...I know you that you don't feel it's professional for us to sleep in the same room while the case is ongoing...but I really don't want to sleep alone tonight." Loren was pressing his body against Mac's making sure that he rubbed gently against his growing erection. Mac smiled knowing exactly what was being done to him. "You are incorrigible, you know that don't you." "But you love me anyway?" Loren said smiling. "I'm well on my way to it." Mac looked into his eyes and the playful Loren was suddenly gone. "You are?" "I am," He said wrapping his arms around Loren and pulling him tighter to his chest. "I can't imagine a day without you in my life Loren...and to answer your initial question...yes I will sleep with you tonight, I'll hold you all night and make sure that nothing at all happens to you...well nothing bad that it..." Loren Ch. 07 Epilogue After the bath, and a hot make-out session, Mac threw some clothes on and made a quick round of the perimeter of the apartment building. There were police stationed in the lobby, at the back entrance and two on the penthouse level. When he returned to the apartment the lights were out and he made my way to the bedroom. Loren had lit the fireplace in the bedroom and was lying in bed, covered only by the sheet. Mac could see the obvious signs of Loren's arousal and intentions of setting a romantic scene for them. He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. "You have a lot of clothes on." Loren said reaching out to unbutton Mac's shirt. "Are you sure this is what you want?" Mac asked his eyes gleaming with the love he was feeling for Loren. Loren shook his head that he was. Mac lay down on the bed, still fully clothed and pulled Loren into his arms. "This is going to sound so stupid...or silly...or something...but every part of my body craves you...I want to show you how I feel about you...but...I want to be able to devote one hundred and ten percent of myself to you and right at this moment I can't..." ********** Mac's Story – The Confrontation "Come with me...please Loren." I was standing in the entryway dressed for work not wanting to leave the apartment. "I'll be okay Mac. I know not to open the door to anyone...not even you." He said smiling. I pulled him into my arms and kissed him deeply. "Okay...you are the only one I'll let in. But no one else." "Come with me, please..." I begged one last time. I hated that I had to go to the station but Cappy, aka the Chief, wanted a face-to-face update. I knew that the group of men that Loren was a part of was concerned with the newest development. As of last night not only was Shelby Cantrell missing now we couldn't locate Lancaster Dorey and the tail Simpson had following Palo lost him two days earlier." "Mark, I love you...go to work...I'll be right here, safe and sound and locked in the apartment." "You do?" I asked. It was the first time he had said it and it took me by surprise. "Of course I do silly..." "Then come with me." I said kissing his lips gently. "Go" He said pointing to the door but not letting go of me. "No...I'm going to call Cappy and tell him and Simpson to come here." "Mark, stop it. Go to work. There are enough police here to protect Fort Knox." * I waited until I heard the lock on the door click before heading down the corridor to the elevator. I couldn't shake the bad feeling I was having. I pressed the button and waited turning back to look at the door again. 'I'll make him come with me.' I thought to myself starting back to the apartment but the elevator doors chose that moment to open. I stepped in and let me finger hover over the 'L' button making my final decision. The doors slowly closed but the elevator didn't move. Sighing I closed my eyes trying to do the right thing. Opening them again I took a deep breath and pressed the button. But the moment I pressed it my body filled with heart stopping panic. That smell. I sniffed again. The tale-tail sign of patchouli oil lingering in the elevator. I had only smelled it one other time...and on one other person...I started pushing buttons to stopped the elevator, my heart was beating so hard but I knew I had to keep myself together enough to protect Loren. Finally the elevator stopped two floors down and the doors opened. I pushed my way out and ran to the stairs taking them two at time. When I reached the penthouse level I knew I had to contain myself. I couldn't just barge in, gun blazing and expect everything to be okay. Soundlessly I made my way to the front door and with gentle ease tried the door, it was locked. Turning I headed back towards the kitchen entrance. Again I tried the door, with little resistance the knob turned and cracked opened. Holding my ear to the crack I could hear faint voices coming from the other room – I just couldn't tell which room. I slipped into the kitchen, took off my shoes and moved to the swing door between the kitchen and living room. Again I stopped, held my breath and listened intently. The voices were muffled letting me know that they were in the bedroom. Slowly I let out his breath and took a few seconds to think. I backtracked and went to Jessie's room. I knew there wasn't a bathroom in Jessie's room so he had to have access to Loren's some way without having to go through the bedroom. I looked around and didn't see anything at first but then looked to the closet. Opening the door I found on the right side of the closest a door that led to the bathroom. I pulled gently on the door, it cracked open slightly and I could finally hear Loren's voice. "Please don't do this...I'm begging you...please Waldo, put down the gun..." "I want you naked." He said. "Get undressed so I can look upon you one last time." "Waldo please don't do this." Loren continued begging. I moved as quietly as I could into the dark bathroom. From the other room I heard a gun cocking. "...I said to get undressed...that's right...pants too...I need for you to explain to me Loren because I still don't understand. I am your perfect mate. I am your intellectual equal...my cock always satisfies you...we make a striking couple...and yet I'm not enough for you. No...you had to let that shithead Lancaster Dorey fuck you with the disgusting fat cock of his. You rode his fat cock like it was the best thing you ever had before..." I wasn't sure, but it almost sounded like Waldo was crying, which was a bad thing. Keeping his emotions in check would keep Loren alive longer while I worked my plan out. "What do you mean Waldo?" "Oh don't look so surprised, I was right there hiding in the storage closest watching you ride his cock. You loved every second of him filing you...but I was willing to forgive that...and now Lancaster doesn't have to worry about his 'fat cock' anymore...he doesn't have to worry about anything anymore..." "What did you do Waldo?" The horror in Loren's voice made the hair on my arms stand up. There was movement in the room. Waldo told Loren to lie down on the bed. And I could hear Waldo pacing around the room. "When I pulled the trigger last Friday night thinking and I had shot you I thought I would feel regret...but I didn't Loren. I actually felt exhilarated. Maybe I felt that I was finally free of you...or maybe the act of murder was an aphrodisiac. I left here and went back to my apartment and woke that little slut I had paid handsomely to fuck and did just that, I fucked him senseless. My cock stayed hard for hours..." Waldo let out a weird laugh, like he was proud to be turned on from the murder. "Look what you reduced to me. You made me pay for sex, never in my life did I ever have to pay for sex. Men used to clamor to be with me, but no more, they don't want to have to listen to me drone on about how much I love you, only the men I pay will listen me." "Did you kill Bill also?" I could tell by Loren's voice that not only was he scared but he was shocked by Waldo's revelation. He could have never believed he would have done anything like this. I moved from the bathroom to the closest. I could see clearer into the room and was watching Waldo as he silently tied Loren to the bed posts. When he was done he pulled a chair up to the side of bed and sat down, laying the gun on the nightstand next to him. He crossed his long legs and folded his hands comfortably in his lap. He appeared to be extremely calm and collected which for me was a good thing. "Yes dear boy...I did. After I shot you...I mean poor Mr. Redvern...I was in the process of hiding the shotgun when I heard a noise coming from the bedroom. I slipped into the kitchen and out the back door. From the stairwell I could see a panicked Bill Wallace running from the apartment frantically pulling the last of his clothes on. You have to imagine my surprise at seeing him there. First of all he's probably one of the best kept secrets in this city. Who would have thought that Mr. Conservative himself, the one who always had a beautiful woman on his arm enjoyed the finest thing life could offer – another man's cock? I knew he hadn't seen anything, the apartment was too dark and my face was covered but I knew at that moment that Bill was destined to serve another purpose..." Waldo stood and ran his hands over Loren's body. Jealousy filled my pores but I had calculated that I wouldn't have been able to get from the closest to the bed before Liebacker could reach the gun. I couldn't take any chances when it came to Loren. "At five the next morning our little group of men met. We conveniently omitted Sam and Shelby from the meeting. We had already taken the first steps to protect all of our secrets by having your newest pet, our Detective McParson, assigned to the case. As you've probably found out the main reason the esteemed Mr. McParson was hired for the Manhattan division was to handle a sensitive case like this – if ever one arose. Cappy made a good choice in that hire. McParson is so scared that his dirty little secret might leak that he is willing to protect everyone's secrets no matter what the cost. I even sicked Standish on him knowing full well that he had been drooling for McParson for years. McParson didn't know if he was coming or going once he met Standish..." Liebacker stopped and stepped away from the bed. There was a long pause while he was gathering his thoughts before he stepped backand took Loren's limp cock in his hands. "...but as always you distract me and I digress...let's see, where was I? Oh yes. More than anything we needed this case to be wrapped up as quickly as possible. I don't think our little circle cared one bit who was arrested for the crime, just as long as their secrets were safe. On my own, I came up with the solution. By killing Bill, making it look like a suicide, the case would be closed, you would be buried and we could all move on with our lives. To be honest my love, I think the men in our group, save your uncle were more than okay that you were dead. You and your public romances, especially with Lancaster and Shelby, were drawing too much attention to us and sooner or later they were going to have to deal with you. There had been talk for months to oust you from the group." Frustrated that his touch wasn't getting Loren sexually aroused he moved away from the bed again and sat back down in the chair, resuming his calm position as he made his confessions to Loren. "But your fucking new playmate blew through my ideal plan when he announced that Bill's death was another murder and not a suicide. When Cappy called to tell me what had happened I was ready to shoot your new lover myself, now thinking about it I wish I had. How dare he make mincemeat of perfect plan like that?" Waldo showed a brief fit of anger before reining himself in and resumed speaking. "Then two hours later you miraculously rose from the dead and once again everything was sent into a tailspin. Once again all the attention was focused back on the case and once again everyone was shitting in their pants. And once again I needed to devise another plan to get rid of you. You have to die Loren it is the only way. But once again your lover knew what was best for you and he made you disappear again. Cappy told us he didn't even know where McParson had taken you...you just disappeared. So I had to sit and wait. In the mean time I decided it was time to do some more cleaning up." Waldo stood up and walked over to the bed. His hand was inches away from the gun. Over the next few minutes Waldo told Loren in graphic detail how he killed Lancaster, Palo and finally Shelby. He appeared to be so proud of killing Shelby, of finally ridding the earth of this poorest excuse for a man he had ever met. Waldo picked up the gun and walked to the end of the bed. I could see Loren clearly and saw that he was crying and for the briefest moment I wondered if it is was because he was scared or over the loss of his former lovers. "Now you want that Detective. I see how you look at him, how you used to look at me. How could you choose him over me? Waldo seemed to cry. "Choose him? Waldo we've been over for years. I didn't choose him over you, I moved on from you." "No...I can see still see the love in your eyes towards me. That's why I can't understand...why him? Him in his cheap suit and vulgar language...he who hides from own shadow...he's not worthy of your Loren, why can't you see that?" "No Waldo...it's me that isn't worthy of him. Mark wants me for myself and it's not about the sex or money – it's me he cares about. No one's ever wanted me like that before – not even you." I had to battle the tears that were fighting their way to the surface. I could hear the contempt in Loren's voice as he spoke to Waldo and hoped that it wouldn't send Waldo over the edge. "My dear boy a man like 'Mac' as he so likes to be called doesn't have the capability to love a man – he only knows how to get his sexual satisfaction from them and then throw them away." "NO! You are the one that is like that Waldo. You conquered me that first night just like you wanted to. You put me on display to your friends and told them to look but don't touch. I was your trophy for a job well done. Mark...he's good and kind and he wants me...we haven't even been together yet, we both want to wait..." Waldo burst out laughing, interrupting Loren who looked at him with a shocked expression, Loren had never heard Waldo so uncontrolled before. "Loren he's a user...you think what? That he's taking his time? What does he expect that you'll be a virgin on your wedding night? Loren...we all use everyone for sex...that's just the way we are built." "No Waldo...you are wrong...dead wrong..." "Since I'm holding the gun I'd say that you are the one that is dead wrong my little pet..." Waldo simply laughed. "It's funny...I had hoped that you would try and entice me with sexual favors in exchange for your life...but I can see that isn't going to happen..." Waldo dropped his head in resignation. "In that case I guess we should get this over with." He sighed deeply. "Mac was right about one thing, when I murdered you...I mean Mr. Redvern I shot him in the face purposely...I had to erase that beauty from your face off this earth. That is how I intended for you to die, and that is how you are going to die..." He walked over to the bed, taking his handkerchief out of his pocket stuffing it in Loren's mouth to silence him. "Don't go anywhere." He laughed leaning over and kissing Loren fleetingly on his forehead. Waldo left the room giving me my opportunity to get to Loren. I rushed into the room as quickly as I could, removed the gag from his mouth and started to untie his hands. "Hurry Mark, he's crazy...we have to hurry..." he cried. "Crazy?" Waldo said coming back into the room holding the cocked shotgun pointed at me. "Maybe I am...but I've got a bigger gun so how crazy am I now? It doesn't matter to me if you die first Detective. In fact wouldn't it be lovely when the police find the two of you in bed together and your dirty little secret uncovered..." Waldo let out another laugh and walked closer to me. "But you'd be dead too Mr. Liebacker because as soon as you pull the trigger so would I and I'm a pretty good shot..." "No Mark, please...I couldn't bear to lose you..." Loren cried. He had freed himself from the restraints and had come to my side. "Seems we are at an impasse doesn't it?" Waldo said moving towards the window. At first I thought he was going to close it, to muffle the sound of the gunshot blast but instead he sat on the sill and stared at us. Tears pooled in his eyes as he looked first to Loren then to me and then back to Loren again. "You really do love him don't you?" Waldo asked incredulously. "I do Waldo...we are the missing part of each other's life we've been looking for..." Loren turned to me and smiled, "and the minute me met we both felt it." "Show me how much you love him. Kiss him for me. Kiss him like you used to kiss me." For a long moment Loren hesitated. He didn't want to share something as personal as us kissing with the likes of Waldo but knew he had to. "I love you Mark..." he closed his eyes and brought his lips to mine. For a brief second I allowed my attention to sway from Waldo to Loren but stopped and broke the kiss off. Tears were flowing unrestrained from Waldo has he lifted the shotgun. "It won't work Waldo," I said, "I found the gun in the grandfather's clock after you left on Monday and took the shells out of it..." Lowering the gun Waldo shook his head in disbelief. Once again he had failed to succeed in his goal and knew that there was nothing left for him. He looked to Loren and in a low voice said 'good-bye', leaned backwards, and fell out of the window. We ran to the window to try and stop him, but it was too late. Looking down we could see his crumpled body hit the sidewalk. Waldo Liebacker was dead. **************** April 19, 1973 Mac – Epilogue Lying on my side watching the love of my life sleeping so peacefully I can't help but feel how blessed I am. Next to him Jessie is curled in a small ball, his arm lying across Loren's chest. Sleep didn't come easily for Jessie tonight. It's the first night in over twenty-five years that he wasn't tucked safely in Standish's arms. Our love, our mentor and our friend left us earlier today. Death came suddenly but peacefully to him. We had just finished eating lunch. Loren, Jessie and I were deep in a conversation and looked over to Standish for his opinion. At first we thought he had fallen asleep at the table but then we saw it...Standish had passed on. We all hope and pray that death comes to our loves ones quickly, quietly and painlessly. But the reality is that we never want our loves ones to leave us. Standish lived a good and healthy life for eighty-five years, twenty-five of which as a part of a family we created between the four of us. I slipped from the bed and walked out to the wraparound porch that overlooked the acres and acres of grapes vines. Who'd of thought that a city guy like me, or all of us for that matter, could be successful vintners? But we were and had over five hundred acres of prime grapes in Napa Valley to prove it. The move to Napa came nine months after the Waldo Liebacker debacle. I really never returned to my job after Waldo took his swan dive. Cappy told me to take a few days off after I completed the paperwork and closed the case. Another set of detectives were assigned to investigating the deaths of Shelby Cantrell, Lancaster Dorey and Palo Siente but that case was closed after two months and to this day the bodies have never been found. I started with taking two days off and then called in another for another two. I finally came to the realization that I was tired of being a cop. After ten years as a homicide detective I had seen enough dead bodies. It was time for me to be among the living. I had always lived frugally and had enough money put away that I could take my time making my decision what I was going to do next in my life. Ironically Loren was at the same crossroad I was at. With Bill Wallace gone and Art Kennedy long retired he was the lone partner left at the advertising agency. He had no desire to run the agency or even do that nine-to-five grind anymore. Like me he felt there was something else he was supposed to be doing with his life. Standish told us we needed to take some time to ourselves and suggested that we go to Europe for a few months. I guess I should clarify that, when Standish 'suggested' something it meant that he had already bought us passage on a ship heading for the South of France. He had arranged for us to stay at a villa a friend of his owned for a month. From there he was sending us to Northern Italy to stay at one his favorite places. It was a hundred year old estate that a couple he knew owned and catered to men only clientele. Loren Ch. 07 Neither Loren nor I complained at or balked at Standish's 'suggestion'. Two weeks later we kissed Standish and Jessie, who had opted to stay behind with Standish, good-bye and headed on our adventure. It funny the things you remember about a trip like the one we took. What sticks out in my mind the most about the whole trip was the first night at sea – when I made love to Loren the for the first time. There are many type of sex a person can experience. For so many years I fucked or was fucked by men and as strange as it sounded it was good for me. I was able to maintain my life pretending to be a heterosexual man on the outside while I snuck around and had clandestine fuck-adventures. I figured that by having relationships without emotional ties it was just sex for the sake of having sex. Then I met Loren and Standish. From Standish I learned about wanting and yearnings. He made love to me and treated me like a fine piece of china to be cherished and adored. He gave me hope and from that hope I found my way to Loren. I never knew I was capable of loving another person the way I have fallen in love with Loren and the night I stood in the cabin of our suite on the ship and saw Loren lying naked on the bed I knew that not only was I capable, but that I did love him. I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. Loren opened his eyes and looked at me and smiled. "I wanted to let you know that I am very much in love with you." I said touching his cheek gently. Loren smiled and took my hand in his. My words didn't shock him, they were just soothing, everyone likes to hear they are loved. "Isn't it great that two men that never thought they would ever find love found each other?" He said sitting up and hugging me to him. "I'm in love with you too Mark." He whispered pressing his lips to mine. I laid him back on the bed and looked at his perfect body, my hands drifted over his taut nipples, taking a second to pinch them lightly before moving down to his rock hard abs and finally to his erection. Shifting position, to between his legs I took as much of his length in my mouth savoring the now familiar taste of his heavenly scent, a mixture of his custom made soap and the manly aura he exuded. Inhaling deeply I deep throated his cock feeling the first dribble of his pre-cum drip down my throat. "You have the sweetest tasting cum." I whispered when I came up for air. I licked my tongue over the head of his cock sucking just the head into my mouth. Loren was gently holding my head to his cock while he ran his fingers through my hair. "I want you...I want to feel myself deep inside of you." "Yes...I want that too." He shifted himself, spreading his legs more, giving himself to me. I started to reach over to the nightstand to grab some lubricant, but his hand stopped me. "I want to feel just you." There was a moment of hesitation. Because of my thickness I always used lubricant – there were some types of pain I enjoyed inflicting, like my passion for biting, but I never wanted to hurt anyone with my cock. "I...I..." I started to say but Loren kissed my lips tenderly letting me know it was okay. Looming over him I lovingly pressed the head of my cock to his hole. Loren drew his legs more opening himself wider to me as the head of my cock miraculous slipped into him. I held myself there, letting him get accustomed to my girth then slowly pressed more of my length into him. Loren eyes were locked to mine, the smile on his face spoke to me, telling me – I knew being with you was going to be this wonderful. He tilted his hips to me, taking more of me. "Oh...fuck...I love feeling so full...having so much of you in me." He cried. His arms snaked around me pulling me to him as his lips frantically sought out mine. My entire length was deep inside of him. As corny as this sounds, he felt different than any other man I had ever had. He was a perfect fit, that glove that fit a hand to perfection or that tailored shirt made especially to fit your body,it was like this was where I always belonged. I made love to my man slowly, taking my time to feel the glorious sensations that were filling both of us. I remembered when Loren told me about taking the man when he at his cottage in Connecticut, how he took him slowly, enjoying the sensations of every stroke he took. That was exactly how I was feeling. Each time I stroked into him I loved feeling the warm of his ass surround me, the tightness of him, and the small moans that Loren gave me deep in my mouth as we kissed. When I pulled out I could feel his desire to have me back in him again, and I went back immediately. I wanted to cum, but I didn't want to cum. I wanted this wonderful thing that was happening between us to go on forever. I could feel my cock swelling and I wanted to say no, but Loren wanted it too much. He pushed his hips to mine pleading with me to give it to him. "For you my love," I whispered pushing myself fully into him as I felt the first pulses for by orgasm erupt deep into Loren. We moaned together at the joyous sensations we both felt. Hours later Loren lay in my arms. It was close to three in the morning but neither of us was tired. Both of your cocks were well milked and we were simply enjoying the sensations of touching each other. "What is your favorite sexual position?" He asked out of the blue. "Um...any position as long as it's with you." I said smiling. "No really...I'm serious." "Okay...I like to sit in a chair and have a man impale himself on my cock. It's deeper that way...and I can...well...you know...bite them easier." "Mmmm...will you bite me?" he arched his neck in an unsolicited offering. "I will...just not now..." I couldn't explain why I didn't want to bite him. I always had the desire to bite. I just...I just couldn't explain why I didn't want to yet. "What's yours?" "Well...I love to watch my cock stroke in and out of my lover...so I like to be behind them...but my favorite thing is to take someone while I'm standing up, pressing them against a wall." "Forcefully?" "Sometimes, yes. There are times I do like to be dominating and even a little rough." "Yes, me too." I admitted. "That's good...because there are other times I like to be told what to do." "Mmmm...I will be more than happy to do that...sometimes, but only if you'll reciprocate." "I will." He hugged me tightly. "So you know I like to bite, what do you like to do?" "You won't laugh?" He asked almost shyly. "Maybe just a little." I answered mockingly. "I love to have my fingers in a man's ass...sometimes my whole hand. It makes me so hard when I'm playing with an ass..." "Oh...I definitely want you to do that to me." I whispered kissing him. Instinctively my legs spread slightly. "Then I definitely will!" He laughed softly – a laugh I was becoming accustomed to. The sun was rising when we finally fell asleep. We slept until late afternoon when I got up to use the bathroom. When I came out the bed was empty. I looked to the other side of the room and there was Loren sitting in the middle of the room on the straight backed chair from the writing desk. He was holding his rock hard cock and had this smile on his face like 'now it's my turn'. "Good Morning" he said even though it was afternoon. "I have a present for you..." * The month in the South of France was relaxing. Both Loren and I caught our breaths leaving the nightmare of New York behind us. We spent our days touring the countryside and the wineries. I suspect our passion for wine making started there but it blossomed fully when we moved on to Northern Italy. We only stayed at the 'Men's only' estate that Standish booked us into for two days until we decided we wanted to be more on our own. The estate was pretty much a free-for-all with nightly orgies. Loren and I had no interest whatsoever in sharing ourselves with anyone, we were too enamored with each other to want to fuck anyone else. We found a tiny little villa in a neighboring town that more than fit our needs. Soon after we moved into the villa we came across a small winery that was looking for volunteers to help with the harvesting. The minute we immersed ourselves in the winery we knew this was what we wanted to do next in our life. Over the next four months we traveled Northern Italy learning everything we could about the wine business. Loren, a talented linguist, spoke almost fluent Italian and did most of the talking and translating while I took copious notes. "Mark...listen to this..." Loren called me into the bedroom late one afternoon. "I got a letter from my estate attorney." Loren had written him weeks earlier asking him to start looking around for winery that we could purchase. "It seems that I already own a winery, it was part of the estate I inherited from my parents. It's a two hundred and fifty acre winery in Napa Valley California...the winery is producing and being run by an business conglomerate that runs a couple of other wineries in the area..." On the outside I appeared excited at the prospect that he owned a winery already but inside I was somewhat disappointed. I wanted to be a fifty percent partner with him the last thing I ever wanted was to be perceived as another Shelby Cantrell type. "Mark?" He said after I was too quiet for a long period of time. "It's nothing." I said smiling. I gave him a hug and started back to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. "No." He shouted stopping me dead in my tracks. "Don't walk away. We can't have secrets or unsaid words between us." His voice seemed to drip with fear that he was losing me. I stopped and turned back to him. "Please Mark talk to me." I tried the getting away with 'the shrug' but that didn't work. Then I tried to stutter my way through the conversation not making any sense whatsoever. When that didn't work either I simply sat down and told him 'MY' fears. Mainly being that I never wanted him to think I was there for the ride. "Oh Mark I know that. And I would have never thought that either. I had already planned on putting the title of the winery in both our names. What we have isn't going away. I plan on being with you for a long long time – forever even comes to mind. Whatever I have is yours and I know that whatever you have is mine." It dawned on me at that moment that I was frustrated by our situation. If Loren had been a woman I would be down on one knee asking her to marry me. Just because we were two men that wasn't acceptable and I wasn't willing to agree to that. "I know we can't stand before a minister but more than anything in this life we have I want us to get married." I stated clearly, not as a question but a statement. "Yes." He answered standing nose to nose to me. "A thousand times yes." He added. He left me speechless. "We can make a life commitment to each other. Standish and Jessie can be our witnesses. We can invite member of the group and party all night..." * We returned to New York two weeks later and broke the news to Standish and Jessie, who in turn gave us their news. After thirty-eight years of marriage Standish had finally left his wife. He had finally fallen in love and wanted to spend the rest of his life, however long that was, with his love – Jessie. New Years Eve 1949 Standish and Jessie and Loren and me stood before a group of ours peers and pledged ourselves to each other. Amongst the guests were my parents, who surprisingly accepted me and embraced Loren like he was their son, and my brother and their families. Two months later the four of us headed to California. Standish bought the neighboring winery and combined it with ours and together we built one of the largest wineries in the valley. We built onto the main house on Loren's property making it a grand mansion and together we all lived under the one roof. For the first few years we enjoyed each other physically, but as the years took their toll on Standish he preferred to be with Jessie solely. My father passed away in 1954. Loren and I went back for the funeral. It was the first time we had been back to New York and we felt stifled by the city. Loren invited my mother to come back to California with us after the funeral and surprised us both when she readily agreed. She fell in love with Napa and never left. She moved into the house from the winery that Standish bought years earlier. My three brothers' one at time, over the next year moved and eventually worked in the winery and a dynasty was born. Twenty-five years passed in a blink of an eye. Now we have to make our way without Standish. Our lives were so enriched by him and the love he shared with all of us. I stand and look out over the valley. The sun will be up in a few hours. Our lives will have to go on... that is what life is all about. The three of us are better people because of the blessings Standish gave each one of us. Silently I wish him a peaceful passing and head back into the house.